On This Mountain

Mallory

A petrified body is discovered, ravished by snow and icy winds. Identifiable by the clothing. Good quality tweed, a name tag meticulously sewn to the lining. Nowadays the boots would hardly be thought sturdy enough for an afternoon hill walk.
Did he reach the summit, survey the world and perish on his way to tell the news, or for him will it always be a case of seeing, but not touching?
A camera, perhaps buried for all time somewhere in this mountain, could tell the answer.