Dark daze..

Out....out into the remembered hills.....hills that, when in childhood, held trolls and babbling brook fairies and mountain imps. With murky puddles holding secrets of their depths hidden in the dour light, it was mucky work. Full shielding against the relentless elements provided by technical kit, we ventured into the brooding mountains. Across sodden slopes, over slippery rock, around murky mires to reach the summit.....wind torn yet exhilarated.

What a great day.