'Twas on a windswept and gloomy day...

... the wanderers stumbled, upon the secret moorland way...

Ok.. maybe not so secret... but this is a long delayed post on the Horton plains trek.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to go at all... unfit as I am, but Darling was willing, and it was somewhere I had never been. So hand in hand we meandered along the pathways between rolling hills, spying occasional swift footed antelope and unidentified birds wheeling across the featureless sky.

The eye could see almost to infinity

quiet stream amongst the greenery

The wonderful panoramas took my breath away... and somehow, I managed the 7km with my breath intact.

Towards the beginning of the trek...

rolling hillside

Lone tree as the mist rolls in

Baker's falls was another beautiful sight... wish I could have taken some better pics.

Cascades

White water

On the way back, we came a cross an unusual piece of flora Indecentus hurrius, often mistaken for pink cotton ladies' underwear. This was spotted as we passed a pathway leading, no doubt, to a cosy nook.

Someone sure would have been in a hurry!

It was definitely an experience I want to have again. maybe next time, we can stay over at N'Eliya and have a leisurely journey back, without worrying about the darkness or the mist.

Am happy...