'It's daunting, walking above the cloud,' someone confided.
I found it thrilling but I know this place in all weathers. Seeing a whitebeam rooted in the cliff face and leaning out into the fog I know where I am. I've photographed it often. Each autumn I look for those red fruits and admire the way these trees are anchored in the cliff-face.
Fog forces you to be in the moment, the here and now. All you have to guide you is the soundscape and a circle of ground at your feet. Fog demands attention to detail, it's micro-navigation and a close-reading of landscape; a hint of contour, rafts of limestone clitter, outcropping rock and well-known trees. The escarpment runs north to south but it's a wavering edge, so beware. I love the subtle colours of late autumn woods and the way whitebeam and yew grow in the cliff-face whilst other trees cannot. I'm interested to see what my camera makes of fog. Daunting, she said. Exciting, I say, but there's an edge of danger when you know the cliff is close, cannot see it clearly, but can infer where it is from the quacking of ducks down in their pond below.
Ist December sees the beginning of meteorological winter and, descending from the Scar it felt colder and colder as the fog grew thicker. With Climate Change patterns of weather are unpredictable. There are seasonal specials, weather effects which we've become familiar with over a lifetime, and relish. I think it was 2012 when there was a good covering of snow on Scout Scar and fog too. That was fun.