Like a piece of cloth carelessly dropped and crumpled, Kinder’s grassy folds and crevices offer numerous invitations upwards. Yellow gorse, red hawthorn and rowan berries add splashes of cheerful colour on the way up, and always the underscore of tempting, gushing streams. Wandering among huge rocks, scattered across the plateau as if by a giant unseen hand. Smooth in shape, rough to touch – they are soothing as well as uncanny. Body-like shapes, some reminiscent of faces; some of a baby’s chubby thigh. Ancient and fixed to our eyes, but slowly, slowly, changing; softened by centuries upon centuries of weather.