Though it be but little, it is fierce. You could debate whether it is sufficiently shapely to merit the name Pike. After all, it’s not quite in Pike O’Stickle’s league, but it's undeniably rough and rocky, with outcrops and boulders of lovely, clean gritstone scattered through the heather. In spring, curlews mourn the updrafts while lapwings tazz around the pastures below. In autumn, grouse beseech you from the nearest stone wall to "go back" but don’t let them bully you. Clougha is paired with Lancaster as few hills and cities are - Arthur's Seat and Edinburgh would be a flattering but not fanciful comparison.