Category: walking
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Red sky, black trees and water flowing in the dark
Off to paint the last light on the hill I carried my paints up to the ridge where you can see mountains in the distant west. Plunging down the side of a steep valley I emerged from an enormous shadow into what was left of the sunlight. It lit up the lower slopes of the…
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And suddenly everything, absolutely everything, was there
[caption id="attachment_1348" align="alignnone" width="1000"] up on the windy ridge between Winder and Arant Haw, with glowering clouds[/caption] One night I decided, just as the light was disappearing, to hasten up the fell, 1,955 feet of steep climbing right up to the summit of Winder. A lung-opening, blood-stirring, bone-strengthening lunge of an effort, guaranteed to leave…