One could hardly stand upright next to the trig point on Beacon Fell—a strong, cold wind blasting straight from the northwest. I took a photo of the next rainband coming in off the sea and one of Parlick above the conifers, then retreated to the shelter of the trees. Although I was made aware of the danger of falling trees by the groaning noises coming from them in the gale.
There was a brief break in the winter showers, but not the wind, and I intended to make the most of it. I parked at 2 pm in the Quarry; mine was the only car. I know, or think I know, every path on the fell, a country park, but today I halted at the new map board installed just after the pond. Why not follow the red route? The Summit Trail sounds about right. Of course, as the walk progresses, I end up using the Sculpture Trail and then the Fellside Trail and probably others. 
My red trail takes me through the trees to the information centre and cafe. I was hoping they would have a bedecked real Christmas tree on display, there are plenty of specimens on the fell, so I could get a seasonal photograph to illustrate this post, mot likely my last before the big day. No luck. 
I poke my nose into the building, a little late for a coffee but I join a family at the window seats to observe the many species using the bird feeders. Good to see youngsters enthusiastic about nature. At one time, this cafe boasted that it was open 364 days a year, but Covid stopped that, and now, if you want a brew or a snack, avoid Mondays or Tuesdays.
I climb up to look at Thomas Dagnall’s Orme View – now, who does that remind me of?
I now find myself on the blue sculpture trail, which I happily follow, rediscovering a series of wooden carvings. 
After visiting the summit, I head back on the Fellside Trail – a quick hour’s walk. I was still the only car in the car park before heading back to parcel presents. 
