A glimmer of ghostliness, a glimpse into another world. Bifrost appeared again; the rainbow bridge that spans Asgard and Midgard- between the world of the gods and the world of mortals. A pool of colour hung over the Lyth Valley. Not a bow, not an arc, just enough colour to tell of a rainbow. It intensified as I watched, and gradually the bow entire appeared, spanning the ridge of Scout Scar. Down in the Lyth Valley there was floodwater, after incessant rain yesterday. Cloud gathered and hail spattered the ground.
'Let's go for a new route,' my friend suggested. ' How about the other Borrowdale?' So we parked on the Shap Road and set off toward Huck's Bridge and headed up Breasthigh Road (a BOAT) up onto the ridge.
New Year's Day had seen sharp showers all day. This had to be better. There was sun, a glimmering winter light, gusty winds and hail showers.