Cumulus cloud, Sunday 5 August Fair-weather cumulus, promised Tomasz Shaferfnaker. And here it was. Patterns of cumulus and sunlit mist over the River Kent, and toward the horizon. Lured by the beauty of cloudscape, I set out for Scout Scar. The air was still and humid and mist soon engulfed me. Trees revenant, nothing for sure. Impossible to tell if I were alone up there. A cough sounded and a couple of collies leapt out of the mist, and away. The Mushroom Shelter toposcope was useless- no fells to name. A pale sun peeped from beyond the mist, and slipped away again. It was late morning before the grand reveal.
Humid and still is welcome when we know the south east sizzles, that temperatures in Spain and Portugal reach almost 50c. We are pleasantly cool up here. And the clouds are lovely. Constantly changing pattern of cumulus against the blue and the fells emerge from a shroud of mist with roiling cloud sitting over them. First the Lyth Valley appears, then the distant fells- indistinct but emerging. I meet a charming Jack Russel who celebrates his first birthday up here, with his proud owner.
After the rain, a hint of herbal fragrance returned to the limestone grassland of Scout Scar.
After the rain, a hint of herbal fragrance returned to the limestone grassland of Scout Scar.
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