Looking down on that distinct cleft of Trusmadoor in the Great Cockup/Meal fell ridge. Wainwright wrote of it:
Nobody ever sung the praises of Trusmadoor, and it’s time someone did. This lonely passage between the hills, an obvious and easy way for man and beast and beloved by wheeling buzzards and hawks, has a strange nostalgic charm. Its neat and regular proportions are remarkable — a natural `railway cutting’. What a place for an ambush and a massacre!
Lovely. What more can I say? Great Cockup on the left and in the distance is Binsey, perhaps the most isolated fell in the Lake District. The tarn in the middle distance is Over Water.