The fog lay heavy til just after midday and although the limestone cliffs to Malham are quite sheer and stunning - these could hardly be seen until I was literally right up against them. The low visibility ensured you could barely see a couple of metres in front of you, but malham being quite a popular toursist and rambler location was swarming with people - who you could very easily hear, but not see.
The fog also meant that the air was cloyingly humid after having scaled the tidy stair case to the top of the cliffs (just to the left of the photo), I was a heaving dripping mess of sweat. I thought this was a remarkable feat considering it was so cold.
Along the public footpath leading to the cliffs was this happy little stream that gurgled and babbled and laughed all along its length. I was mesmerised. Streams, brooks, wet rivers - are all such exotic features. Having the water brimming to the banks is another novelty and to see through the churning water to the cobbled bed is so thrilling.
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