The promise of snow

Cold winds carried the promise of snow with just a hint of white showing on the higher tops of The Dales as I worked steadily up the broad slopes of Ingleborough. It is one of my favoured local hills to run, with long views - as far as Snowdonia on a good day. Which this was, but more for the running than the view.
The merest hint of snow on Pen-y-ghent.
Starting from Clapham, it is a varied route, passing through Trow Gill, home to many bolted climbs of some quality and the cause of much frustration and a few falls in years past.
Open moor gives way to a steep and stepped climb to the shoulder - Little Ingleborough - before an enjoyable ridge leads to another short pull onto the summit plateau, notable for the remains of an ancient Celtic hill fort which would once have dominated the view north from the summit itself, now marked by a toposcope.
A brief flurry of snow was followed by hail and then sleet...
...and a rapid descent to gain more sheltered slopes...
...the squall passing abruptly as the sun broke through thinning cloud to the west.