Pounding onwards, Gorse Fox was becomng aware of a further threat from Wales. Again a huge cloud was sweeping in from the western horizon, obliterating the landscape as it approached.
It was time to protect the camera again, and to snuggle back into the jacket. So no more photos to record the descent into the Gullet (another cutting) nor the traverse of Midsummer Hill and its fort.
At least this time it was just rain, not hail, and the wind was leass fearsome. This allowed GF to stay moderately dry.