Fell End Clouds. Imagine you are alone in the solitudes of Fell End Clouds, as if you might walk on and on to the very fell end and into the clouds. Clouds, those billowing masses of water droplets and ice crystals, all atmosphere. But clouds have substance and solidity too. Clud; the Anglo Saxon name for a hill or that mass of limestone. Cloud is both the atmosphere and the fell it envelops. Fell and cloud are indistinct. Hill walkers know this because we so often walk with our feet on the ground and our head in the clouds. It’s a breathtaking experience.
I can’t wait to return to Fell End Clouds and explore on a day of fleeting clouds and sunshine. Will there be sunshine? Surely this winter of floods will go down in Cumbrian folk memory.
Now rain, again and again.