Chance did well today. Here came another couple who greeted me cheerily. Jackie is accredited in Cumbrian Contrasts for telling me of a 1906 midsummer's day school outing to Scout Scar.
'This mist is spoiling the view,' a stranger smiled a greeting.
I think mist is inspirational. Mist is the mystery and the magic. Anna and I agreed that it was not the light for photographers but to witness it was breath-taking. What you see isn't always quite what you get from the camera.
The weather-forecast was accurate for timing. The sun did not work its magic until after mid-day. Being there mid- morning, I waited and watched all the subtle changes in the cloudscape, the coming of icy blue.
This was a day to bring forth walkers, so what was everyone talking about? The marvellous beauty of the fells, Thank Heaven. Two women talked shopping. And Brexit, inevitably. If only the sun would dispel the murk of Brexit!
Cloud is mountain, mountain is cloud: they conspire as weather-systems work their magic. A dictionary will confirm cloud is also crag and hill. To conspire is to whisper together, so close your breaths mingle- to create an atmosphere between you. Watch that happening as snow, ice, sunlight and cloud conspire over the fells. A conspiracy of cloud.