A misty walk on Winter Hill

I've lost count of how many times we've walked up to the trig point on Winter Hill. Despite the array of radio masts, the access road and even occasional evidence of a discarded McDonalds meal wrapper it still has an attraction, which is probably based on its visibility from almost every corner of Lancashire.

With bright sunshine forecast yesterday it seemed like a good time to revisit, and walk from Belmont up past the reservoir before taking the steep but direct route to the summit.

Unfortunately, although Preston was bathed in sunshine, Winter Hill remained shrouded in thick cloud. Undeterred we headed on upwards, enjoying a play with a ball en-route, before reaching the trig point. I failed to spot that the trig had been recently whitewashed so spent a few minutes washing my jacket in the adjacent puddle. Typically, the cloud lifted about 15 minutes after we had descended.

Still, it was enjoyable as always, and, quoting from the Doves, "I'll see you back on Winter Hill'.