We saw that this blue-gold day would flower in a new Excursion Book and as we climbed, the hills and waters opened a fresh vein. Our guide said she was called Verticordia, which the locals functionally translated as Heart-Turner. Skirting Blind Tarn on the left we entered the dark area where the route called Eliminate beckoned with its zero-sum game. Natural beauty was piled into display bins by the route-side. Shutters dropped from far windows of gorse under sun on the fell's flank.
Star rain falls lightly on the tarn.
Here is lichen-slow growth and the bleeding of pools from level to level. We looked down on the happy hotels where Happy Hours were being inaugurated by sabre swipes to the magnum, glass-dust sublimating in champagne flux. By the fifth hour cloud-noise threatened all progress. Orion walked in his level belt beyond the mist. Sweeping rainbands fragmented above us.