Scafell Magic

I completed the Four Peaks Mountain Marathon fifteen or more times, but one moment in particular stands out in my memory. The day was overcast and grey until I climbed out onto the Scafell plateau from the West Wall Traverse. Like a rabbit popping its head out of its hole; I was greeted by perfect blue sky and only the peaks of Scafell and Scafell Pike, Bowfell and a few others had their heads above a sea of cotton wool cloud. A cloud inversion I will always remember. I have witnessed others but not quite so striking and memorable.