Low cloud on the ridge
Autumn on the tops is a negotiation with the cloud. Some days it lifts by ten, some days it never does.
Yesterday: low cloud on the ridge, visibility maybe forty metres. Three cairns rebuilt, one I could not find at all — either buried in new peat or taken down. I marked the gap in my notebook so next time I know to count paces from the stile.
Down in the glen the sun was out the whole time. The hill keeps its own weather.