Sunday serenity in the rain

“When Roseberry Topping wears a cap,
All Cleveland is in for a clap.”

Or so the old saying goes. Yet, today, it wore more than a mere cap—the whole moors lay beneath a thick duvet of cloud, lost in obscurity. My memory fails to recall when the rain last poured relentlessly throughout the entire day. The usual Sunday throngs stayed at home, but despite the weather’s defiance, a few resolute souls clad in sturdy rain gear ventured out as resolute walkers and runners.