It may have crossed my mind before, that climbing the same hill over and over again might be a bit samey - I usually think things like this (along with regretting not doing any exercise for months) at the bottom of the Tor, pre-assent.
My mind always changes when I reach the top. The view has been different each time I have visited it. Yesterday you could see the floods around Godney, under a moody sky.
The wind was so strong that peoples hats were blowing off; on the dissent my friend found a very fetching red one. Lucky devil.
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