like Lady Isabelle Barnett on ‘What’s my Line
and got home looking like...
Ken Dodd.
We left home bathed in sun and blue skies to journey to Clee Hill. From town we could see a dusting of snow, what we met was blizzards and high winds. Exhilarating weather, Ellie ran and ran, constantly coming back through the drifting snow to check our progress. We all had the wind under our tails, literally and metaphorically. We watched from the top the weather’s progress, all the while being mindful of not being blown off.
At the top you have ancient meets modern: a disused quarry and all the relevant buildings. Golf ball tracking masts and radar for the NATS.
All atmospheric in their different ways in the wind and white out conditions.
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