I woke up to rain this morning. Real rain at that. The sort that gets you wet. I had a lift to Guisborough planned and a run back. By the time I was dropped off it had stopped raining and by the time I climbed to Highcliff Nab the sun were breaking out leaving wisps of cloud below in the valley below.
Climbing Highcliff I spotted a new mountain bike track through an area of clear felling. That’ll do. At the top a 180º vista I have never seen before. And then a rainbow over the Eston Hills accompanied me all the way to Roseberry Topping. Several photos in the bag.
And then the pièce de résistance. On Little Roseberry, a brocken spectre. In 64 years of hill walking it’s the first one I can recall seeing. Utter magic.