We thought we’d go back to the top of the hill, to illustrate that the terrain wasn’t quite as wild as the mist might have you believe.
The snow was patchy, the fun consistent.
I’d have said there wasn’t a breath of wind,
but I must have been wrong on that count, as when we headed for the top of the hill we found a gentleman flying a kite.
He seemed rather serious about his hobby, in a ‘train spotter’ sort of way and he certainly must have been good at, did I mention there was no wind? Maybe he had a fan heater? However my problem was that Spud seemed worryingly excited about the dancing tail of the kite. Fearing a repeat of the three little girls on the beach incident we took a detour, to save face and/or cost. We will return another day.