Her adventures have an allure about them. Exciting times. Clag is a stickiness in the air and in mud and slop underfoot so maybe the reality was harsher. Clag and the water-cycle= that endless transference of water between air, earth and ocean. I'd assumed clag was a dialect word, local. She's showing me it's far more widely in use.
Here in Cumbria rain, wind and clag make most walkers think twice before heading for the fells when bad weather has had a cumulative effect. The wind can make it dangerous, especially when the ground is super-saturated after a very wet August into September.
So, memories of Silver How on a February morning when rain persisted, becks in spate and overflowing, water streaming over grass. But early in the afternoon the rain eased and the first beams of sunlight pierced a moisture-laden atmosphere to make magic.