The magic of a cloud inversion
The magic of a cloud inversion The chatter of excited adventurers carries up from the deep bowl cradling the tarn below. Helvellyn’s answer to the Whispering Gallery at St Paul’s Cathedral. I am high above them, tiptoeing across the narrow ridge, sending pebbles skittering across stone towards their inevitable plunge into the abyss. I move with laser-like precision, my gaze focused on nothing but the line of least resistance through the crag. I reach the summit plateau. Heart hammers against…