I could see from home that Stanton Moor was shrouded in mist and low cloud, overnight rain had left everything soaked .Still the rather moody conditions were all the invitation I needed to head out . Ran into Neil Wilmot at the Corkstone before deciding to base myself at the trig point.Had a good hour or so with my sketch book and a limited palette before the heavens baptised me again. It seemed rude not to treat myself to a warm Homity Pie for dinner from Dawn at Peak Feast in Youlgreave . Good times if not a tad damp.
