Moorland muster

Soup thick, compass out.
Puzzled faces, multiple paths.
Iconic landmark, so close.
Yet so far. 

Togged up, gloves on.
Walked by, caught eye.
Huddled bodies, foggy looks.
May not out.

Clag down, locals pinpoint 
Grouse butts, tumbled walls, 
Giant boulders. Out-of-towners
Not so clear.
 
Chilly strides, damp birds.
Fresh smells, new puddles.
Dank traipse, senses full.
Energised.




Thank you, SkiMe, for your MonoMonday challenges.  Even if I've not participated in all of them, they've been a thoroughly interesting read.  I think I've managed Defining the Moment here although I might not hit Ephemeral as they were still pondering as I walked by!