This is what I do it for

It has felt a long time coming. A morning that isn't grey, when I'm in the right place. From a tense evening the day before - would it wouldn't it? Camped high below broad crag, at dawn the cloud inversion started gingerly, filling Sty Head as the sun got higher, boiling over the contours. Great excitement, many photographs taken, yet to see if I've managed to do it justice. Gratitude that my battery hung on - flashing 'low' for about 200 photographs, after discovering I'd put the spare in the wrong rucksack! But this gives the general idea I think.