79.hail-ripperthroat.15.15

An oddly clear day. Followed the swollen Rivelin, across the stones and up to Tofts; intended to walk up to Load Brook travelling further up the steep and dry lane of rust, ascending up the back of Stannington. But within what felt like only a few moments, the murk descended (or maybe I ascended?) until visibility was so bad that it was pointless to continue, and became so bad that half-way across the desolate fields in the direction of Flash, I simply about-faced and returned from whence I had came -- the threat of an encounter with demonspawn or The Xin being too worrying a concept -- even with Shad covering my back.