15/01/12
We climbed West Nab out of a soup of pea thick fog.It's cold damp fingers grasped up towards us from a lost valley below.It could not reach us as we climbed through still moorland shadows which took our breath away.Along the Nabs escarpment those scattered sugar lumps of grit stone were silhouetted against a brighter Western perspective.Anticipation of a January sunset seemed to make the easy walk that bit longer.
Our little dog cared not but skittered about on inch thick ice which had formed glacier like over our peaty path.Twice her back legs went from under sending her into a rugby ball like bounce.
A very slight wind joined us towards the summit bringing a sharp wind chill and taking plumes of our damp breath off towards Marsden.
A misty eraser had smudged the sun which hung just over our Western horizon.Across the darkening blue sky etch a sketch con trails sliced the atmosphere adding to what nature had to offer.
Our summit rocks were bold silhouettes against this and needed only a figure to walk out upon them and complete the picture.
