There was fresh overnight snow and a blue sky. As I hurried to Scout Scar I could hear the drip, drip, drip of melting snow from the trees. The enchantment would not last. Long before I reached the escarpment a mist came flowing from the east and engulfed me, and the blue was gone. Too late, I thought and my heart sank. it’s all over.
Stunning vistas to the north west: snow, mist, distant snow-fells. ‘Look behind you,’ came a runner’s excited cry. ‘ I’m not supposed to stop but just look at it.’ A moment of epiphany. There was so much to contemplate I hardly knew where to look.
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