Fellrunner.
Short of breath with heart pounding and tired of limb,
I am halfway round wasdale and the clag drops in,
Aches all over and incessant rain it'd be better to swim,
Asking myself what the hell i am doing on this mountain.
I grab a cake and try to eat mouth dry i take a drink,
Slowly the energy is returns to me my steps become more loose,
The fog in my mind is clearing i'm able to think,
Fantastic the clag lifts beautiful valleys, wonderful views.