Decided to make a day out of a Dublin-Waterford drive, despite low-hanging cloud. Knockroe wore a misty white cap as I glanced up from the Sculloge Gap carpark. Planning my attack (so I thought), I ascended as per MV instructions and the clouds duly lifted, happy days. Beware though, the heather on Knockroe - mentioned by other posters - is in many places Heather with a capital H. The Boulders on Knockroe are also capitalised. My knees and thighs discovered this as I made my way up, hiking poles gingerly testing spaces between Heather and Boulder for solidity. Probe, probe, test, test like the instruments of a mad mountain diviner - but it was only me hopping and gadding about like a demented flibbertigibbet (is there any other kind of flibbertigibbet?). Once up a bit the going gets easier and normal hillwalking again becomes possible. Great views abound from the summit and there is a nice little pond up top to complement the cairn and other ruins. Once down at the car I gazed back at Knockroe and saw ..... the cross. I'd not set eyes on this mountain in about a year, and not checked the MV Knockroe page since jotting down cursory route notes on a piece of paper months ago. Before setting out that morning something in my head told me Knockroe had a cross (take a look at the photos on this page, for god's sake) but it had been invisible an hour or two previously, wrapped up in cloud, and you can't see it from the summit because it's perched on the southern flank about seven-eights of the way up. Now there it was winking down at me as if to say: "Ha, you missed me." This business of being cross at missing the cross makes me think: have I some kind of secret hankering after crosses? A fetish, perhaps? A kind of condition the opposite of Dracula's? "Bless me Father for I have sinned, I think I have desires for crosses. Would that be a sin, Father?" "Yes, my son, that is a very grave sin." Ah well, that will learn me, as they say, to check features more thoroughly on MV before the next venture - or will it? Answers on a fiver, please. To compensate for missing out on that glaring old cross I drove down the road a few miles and made myself a double for the day by knocking off Knockmore as well. Linkback: https://mountainviews.ie/summit/376/comment/19521/