Shining bright
I USED TO FIND it very difficult to muster anything positive to say about the months between October and April. Surely this is just the season of darkness and drudgery, of streaming noses and scything winds; where the sunlight is frail and frigid, if it even appears at all; where the days are so short they can hardly feel like days at all? Nope. Give me blue skies, sweat, sunburn, a swim in a cool mountain pool, and a glistening amber pint in some appropriately quaint and flowery Lakeland beer garden; that’s all I want from my hillwalking endeavours, thank you very much. Then I experienced what it’s like to go hillwalking on a mountain covered in snow and ice. That mountain was Stob Ban in the Mamores, and the atmospheric details…