White cloud engulfs the sun and the momentary effect is lost. I watch cloud scudding across the sun, waiting for sunlight to ignite the trees, to confer this peculiar magic. To share this experience, if it can be shared, you must enter into the spirit of the day, to the solitude, the bitter air that pours down on the north wind and gives that purest light.
Thursday came sleet and snow. The early morning light was stunning. I stood on Scout Scar escarpment watching a rain cloud flow across the Lyth Valley until it threw down hail upon me.