The battering of snow stayed long enough for me to snatch a snowy run along the Helvellyn ridge last weekend. It's often a place I end up going for a bit of a run on my own, which often ends up in deep and meaningful thoughts about running in the mountains. You'll be pleased to hear that I've forgotten all of them, but running up there is a gift.
A solitary fell runner scooted by on soft white sherbet snow.
"Alright this, in't it?"
"Aye, it's not bad..." I replied.
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