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The Cleveland Hills on a Myst-Hakel Morning
I slogged up through the old whinstone quarry, staring at the ground, my thoughts elsewhere. I braced myself to find the usual rubbish left behind by quad bikers, as if the world is their personal skip. I could hear them active yesterday. The frost-covered, sterile earth stretched ahead, with the bikers’ berms and humps standing…
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Basking in the morning sun but to the south-east a cloud bank hangs over Commondale Moor
Or is it a mist bank? I suppose a walker on Commondale Moor will think he’s in mist or fog or if he’s a local of more mature years, a ‘roke‘. There is no difference really. Both are created when the air becomes saturated and water vapour condenses to form droplets that hang in the…
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A misty Coate Moor
“Mist muged on þe mor malt on þe mountez Uch hille hade a hatte a myst hakel huge” Two lines in Middle English from the medieval poem of Arthurian chivalry “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight”. Translated it says: The moor was muggy with mist, and the snow melted on the mountains, and each hill…