A fog soaked November hike in the Peak District that turned bad weather into atmosphere. I set off from Tittesworth Reservoir and climbed the Ethel Gun, then wandered across the Roaches and over to Hen Cloud. Mist hid the world and revealed the landscape in a new way. Drizzle, silence and rock shaped the day, proving that visibility may disappear, but imagination and wonder certainly do not.

I don’t share my stories to impress anyone. I share them so I don’t forget who I am, especially in a world that keeps trying to shrink me down. This is for the version of me who might need reminding that she once stood on a summit alone, certain and unshaken. And if someone else finds their own fire in my words? Even better.