As last year, there was a nip in the air and the icy paths were frosted over, with a sprinkling of last week's unmelted snow to add to the mix. Perhaps we missed an opportunity to test our crampons, but we managed to slither our way up and down the hill without any real difficulties.
You can see from the summit photo that we were well wrapped up. As we lingered here a headlamp bobbed below us. We weren't the only people up here tonight (as is quite often the case) - a lone and uncommunicative man was making his way up in a world of his own. Whilst we were ambling along taking in the wide views under a bright moon (torches were completely superfluous), this chap was content to rush along in the comfort of his own bright pool of light, the red stub of a fag dangling by his side. We let him pass, dazzled briefly by his unnecessary floodlight, before resuming our admiration of the view to Macclesfield, and Manchester beyond that.
It really doesn't seem like 12 months since we last enjoyed this outing!
2 comments:
Something about a walk that has to be done once a year. Check your fitness after xmas, or just enjoy a favourite view. It has to be done.
We often go up Shutlingsloe, Martin. It's a local hill, after all. It's the 'pitch black' (or not) element that has become an annual ritual!
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