Carrauntoohil, Co. KerryThe cloud was moving fast that morning. Sitting low on the Reeks, pulling apart for a few seconds at a time, just enough to reveal the upper ridgeline before closing in again. I could see the Devil's Ladder cutting its way up the face, the Hag's Tooth jutting out sharp and distinctive even in that heavy atmosphere. Then it was gone. I'd walked in from Cronin's Yard while the light was still flat and grey. The Hag's Glen has a quality on days like that