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| Into the mist |
The North Pennines above Alston and Penrith are one of my
favourite places; wild, open and bleak.
Even in terrible weather they have a desolate beauty that thrills. Yesterday, the views were negligible, the
ground was rough but despite the rain and fog, I was still overjoyed to be out there
with Andy, Molly, Robin and Cathryn.
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| Minimal views |
At Black Fell summit Trig, we saw nothing, but the day still
delivered some beautiful moments; a
reflection in a pond, a shaft of sunlight peeping through the clouds on our
descent and much laughter and entertaining conversation. It was a beautiful day.
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| Reflections |
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| Black Hill Summit |
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