Fairfield is my bogey hill. We all have them. Or it feels like we do. The one that's 'always' in thick cloud, leaving you imprinting the empty grey void you encounter with some half remembered or imagined grand vista.
So although I was aiming to be on Fairfield at dawn to catch a dramatic pink light show over the freshly snow covered ridge of Dollywaggon and Nethermost Pikes, High Crag and Helvellyn; it was hope hauling me up the slopes in the dark rather than expectation.
In the end it turned out rather well, lifting cloud and first light creating some welcome drama; out of shot a grim looking bank of grey over the distant Western fells reminded me of what I normally encounter on Fairfield. March 2012.