Even though Spring has been travelling north from Lizard Point at the rate of 1/3m per second (about 16 miles a day, if you want to do the maths), and even though spring flowers grace the roadsides and blossoms seduce trees with their lacy lingerie, the fells maintain a tight grip on their dreary winter clothes. These fells are draped in dead bracken, bringing to mind sun-bleached, brown velvet. They’ll have their lush green makeover as soon as the cold winds retreat and Spring dares to venture up the slopes.