Sunrise Hike at Higger Tor

Finding Magic in the Mist

The alarm went off before dawn, the world still quiet and wrapped in darkness. With sleepy eyes and a flask of hot chocolate in hand, we set off towards Higger Tor, chasing the promise of sunrise.

Ethan led the way, bounding from boulder to boulder with the kind of energy only children seem to find before breakfast. The mist rolled low across the moor, wrapping us in its cool embrace, while drizzle gently settled on our coats.

We may not have seen the sunrise we were hoping for — no golden glow breaking through the clouds — but instead, we found something different. The fog curled between the rocks, softening the landscape and slowing the world around us. It was peaceful, still, and quietly beautiful.

There’s a kind of magic in those unexpected moments — when nature doesn’t give you what you planned for, but gifts you something else entirely.

By the time we reached Burbage Rocks, our cheeks were pink, our boots muddy, and our spirits high. The mist didn’t dampen our adventure; it made it all the more memorable.

We’re already planning the next one.