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  "createdAt": "2026-06-03T16:04:00+01:00",
  "description": "Early summer rain: Ghyll not best pleased.",
  "path": "/stream/walking-ghyll-3-june",
  "publishedAt": "2026-06-03T16:04:00+01:00",
  "site": "at://did:plc:swxoj3wjlwodcqs5ipmvgnug/site.standard.publication/3mnv7gbn3czno",
  "tags": [
    "Ghyll",
    "Walking"
  ],
  "textContent": "As I’m putting on Ghyll’s lead by the door, I hear rolling thunder. I used to hear thunder a lot, but for whatever reason we don’t get much thunder or lightning in the UK. I put on my waterproof trousers: I got them for the Fellsman but then wound up not needing them.Ghyll balks in the rain at the end of the drive, but by the time we reach the field, a gap in the clouds blows over us and we’re granted a brief spell of sun. The grass is wet and the baked ground has developed a thin slick film of clay. Puddles gather here and there. Everything’s fragrant: I sneeze.",
  "title": "Walking Ghyll, 3 June",
  "updatedAt": "2026-06-08T22:53:47+01:00"
}