Kinder plateau is a place of contrasts.
Stark, desolate troughs meandering into the fog. Soles sinking knee deep into mahogany rich peat. The wind carries hail, sand and a bitter cold that stings exposed cheeks. Sometimes you can't see at all.
Not that I'm complaining, mind. It's what I love about the place - it can feel wild. I am just eternally grateful that people are as fickle as they are - not venturing out when the weather turns. I get the place to myself.
Sometimes the clouds retreat, and you are rewarded with special views. Kinder's little thank you.
