A contribution by Michael2
You're in the Lake District in Cumbria and 1500 feet up, following a stony path by a beck towards your target summit. You take a welcome break to drink in your surroundings. The wind's whipping tendrils of mist across the mountain side, and a raptor is surfing the wind coming over the ridgeline, looking for prey. Herdwick sheep are scattered over the fellside. Your Border Collie waits patiently by your side. Rainclouds are scudding into the valley.
Time to move on.