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Words to Worry About on the Hill By Adrian Snowball From BFMC Journal 4, 1992
We might as well go: it’s just a passing shower. We can’t get any wetter, let’s grab that other top. The clag should lift soon. Anyway, we’ll be okay if we just keep going uphill. The cairn must be here somewhere. I though you took a bearing. The direct route down will be the best. I know it’s windy, but at least we won’t go off route on
such a narrow ridge. Of course you don’t need a rope. The guidebook has it
vastly overgraded. We should be alright if we get off this rough stuff before
dark. After leading you safely off the hill it must be your
round. What are we doing tomorrow?
Poem Evening quiet, down from the hill, The magic hour when the land lies still I stand alone, with silent thanks That I should know such sights Subtleness of air, softness of cloud Infinities of light. |