A lone hiker climbs the frosty slope that ascends to the summit of a Croft Hill. We followed him, although by the time Tia and I arrived at the concrete trig point at the top, the hiker was already descending the far side, heading for the gate onto the track that leads down to the village. With sharp clear sunshine and no wind it felt warm under the blue sky, despite the frosty turf at our feet, and we stayed a few minutes, me enjoying the soft misty views below us and Tia the smells trapped by the still air, before we too headed down towards the village.
Yes, it seems to capture a sense of loneliness. I also like the colours and the way the hiker seems to be surrounded by a halo of frost. Was he training for the SAS, that's an enormous backpack.
