Gasped my way up to Monksmoor tonight, which was still looking Arctic. I know it's not to everyones taste, but I just adore it when the fells are dressed in those cryptic bands of snow - the contrast between light and dark.
Tawny hoots below,
Snow begrudging, shows the way,
Mudclaws growl at ice.
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But only a sprinkling to make it look cold and scenic.
I really should have stopped after my first haiku tonight! I've gone downhill faster than Ted Mason ever since.
