in the cold, cold night

Usually, walking around or over the hill in the evening at this time of year means encountering zero other people. I often find it odd that in a city this size even given the presence of a few other wee hills for people to relax on that I can sometimes be the only person wandering around that space at any particular time. This evening there werea noticeable number of other people visible though only because a large number of them were wearing head-lamps or carrying torches; there was a little swarm of bobbing-heads congregating on the park behind the palace so it might have been some sort of running club though the three or four different little bobbing point sources on the hill itself all appeared to be moving around independently and randomly. It could also have been the parkywardens or the polices looking for something or someone though I've only seen them about five times over fourteen years.