This is around five o’clock, autumn, walking down to the valley. I’d been up to the highest mountain in England and enjoyed it alone. Both were remarkable: the cloud and the solitude.

There wasn’t much remaining light. With many years of hill adventure, walking down into this cloud was the most unnerving experience I’ve had. Inky black, icy path, I followed a vague sense of direction with no further navigation. Stay vaguely right and keep going. Say to yourself – if anything jumps out at me my adrenalin reaction will fuel me for any requisite physical response.

I’ve written about this a few times because I have several good shots. One point I’ve not made is how the day had three phases, two of which were an extreme contrast. The morning was dull as I drove down the valley; the cloud was thick and depressing as I laboured up through it. Blue skies and sunshine appeared, and three hours later all light had gone.

It’s this primal quality of the hills, amongst other things, which I enjoy. It seems to me connection with nature and a tangible sense of a wider universe – they are connected – is one of the most wonderful experiences we might have.

 

Lake District Photography: Scafell Pike Cloud Inversion

Saturday July 11, 2015