Wild and windy, the tops still capped with thick cloud. Wasn`t intending a walk all the way up but hey - last day here and all that. Exhilarating`s the only word - the noise of the wind in the trees like the sound of the roughest ocean,the billowing cloud further up swirling round us and, at the very top, the feeling that if we`d stood too close to the edge we`d have been blown off.
Instead it was a case of crouching briefly in the shelter of the trig point before sliding carefully down the steepest steps at the top until it was possible to stand up again. The feeling of powerlessness actually made me laugh. Talk about no such thing as bad weather.
Pics a bit superfluous even if I`d been able to hold the camera steady. :)
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