How changeable the same location can be, understandably at different times of the year, but even in just one day. The British climate has a unique quality of it's own, and often one study is never enough to capture the atmosphere of that moment of being there.

I looked back across the moor and noticed a huge and somewhat menacing cloud covering the top of the highest ridge. I saw that it had completely obliterated an evergreen woodland that lay along the line of the hill and together with the covering of snow, it had radically changed the appearance of the landscape.

Is this on the inside looking out, or the outside looking in? What is the nature of reality?

Memories play tricks don't they? Is this how it really was, or did one just imagine it?