79.hail-ripperthroat.0.2

A second attempt at Onesmoor, and cannot have been more than a 1000 paces from the top when the murk, thick, oily and raging like the ripperthroat of this year headed towards me and then spat at me another vicious hailstorm. Headed back towards Wadsley common but the murk closed in and the hailstorm followed me, sucking me into its eye for a while. With visibility down to a few paces, I made it back down the lower ground, feeling lucky that I hadn't been nibbled by Morivarid, which I could sense were there, swarming in the aftermass. Time to have a break from tackling Onesmoor for a while.