The day was cold, cloudy, and wet. It was grey and dismal, and absolutely perfect.
I honestly don’t think I’d have fallen in love with Hartz Peak if my first time there hadn’t been on such a moody day. It’s a testament to the walk that companions Mel and Kat, as well as my sister Bec, also loved it despite my repeated renditions of Kate Bush’s ‘Wuthering Heights’ and having the elements bear down on us.
Alas, we couldn’t quite make it to the summit, so wiley was the wind. But Hartz Peak created a fantastic first impression, and lingers on as a favourite.