The light of the evening lingered as we settled into our bivvy spot, the only movement was the cold breeze as it brushed past. We seemed, in that moment, a world away from the rockface below, the path that meandered through the hills, and the road that brought us here. The sweat and strain felt distant to us, as did the bustle of summer-time traffic. With enthusiasm and movement, a well-made plan had come to fruition, and our reward lay before us in all of its beauty and stillness.
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Had we focused our eyes closer we may have seen that movement remained all around: some shifting and adjusting as we got ourselves comfortable, the flash of a midge struggling against the breeze, but such things were of little concern to us now. We were here for the expanse that stretched into the distance. There, for a moment, life became still.