' I'm surprised to see snow, It's all around when you reach the top. It's like a gift.'
I like her way of seeing, and warm to her.
Looking north, sunlight gleamed off snow. Floodwaters down in the Lyth Valley, after days of rain. Pools of water on the escarpment too, unusual for fast-draining limestone.
I love reading the weather in a landscape: the Lyth Valley telling of days of rain, the fells showing where snow-clouds unleashed their freight of snow whilst we were sleeping. And I like reading the skies and seeing how cloudscapes are constantly forming and reforming. You see the contrasts through a sequence of images.