Temperature inversion from Scout Scar Skylark are singing and the laughing call of Green Woodpecker comes out of the mist, out of the stillness. Mist suffuses the woods below the escarpment and a dense white pall fills the Lyth Valley. Wisps of white cloud drift above its western fringe with a hint of the fells with illuminated white cloud above, then clear blue sky. The weather forecast had suggested the sun would burn off the fog but it did not. By mid-day the blue was gone and mist came down over Scout Scar. A runner passed by, ' just clag, isn't it?' But what a glorious few hours had preceded it.
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