Tamsin Constable

Birthday up Ingleborough

We celebrated – well, me, basically – by abandoning our desks (hurray for the freelance life!) and climbing Ingleborough, the second highest peak in the Yorkshire Dales. Lost the race to beat the fading light on the way down, and so picked our way down in the dark for the last hour, across glittering limestone rocks, and over peat bog crunchy with ice. For light: head torches, and a full moon steaming to the top of a thick flank of indigo cloud.

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