Trudging Through The Snow

I drove out pre-sunrise, parked up, and hiked up Kinder Scout in the dark. I was the first one up there — forging my own path through fresh snow with no footprints to follow. Didn’t get back to the car until after sunset. One of those days that reminds you why you bother.

This spot at Edale Rocks was the best composition I found all day — the cloud was kind enough to keep the rocks visible rather than swallowing them completely, which it had done at every other location on the way up.

The figure trudging through the snow is me — a self-portrait taken with the camera on intervalometer, firing every few seconds while I walked away from it. The red jacket was a happy accident; the only splash of colour in an otherwise completely white and grey scene. Wind chill was down to -8°C, which explains the hood up and head down.