One evening this week, it seemed that the clouds might just be breaking up and letting the sun through. There was still the omnipresent threat of heavy rain, but I decided it was worth the risk and headed to a higher vantage point.
Living so close to the Peak District has its advantages, and I was soon high up with a view of the confused sky all around me. I knew that there were better views the higher I went, so found myself racing the sun to the summit of the highest hill. Startled sheep and wind-striped rocks soon gave way to a panoramic view of grey cloud and dappled golden sunset. Not a bad view as you stop to catch your breath.