Not Wuthering Heights

The Pennines  were looking very bright when we drove up Scapegoat Hill and  Bolster Moor to visit our friend M and admire the lovely garden she has created in a windswept spot.  This isn't it!  I was too busy talking to take pictures at hers. 

Then we were back on the road heading north and stopping for the night with a friend on another Yorkshire moor - Ilkley ,this time.  

Most of the day seemed to be spent driving, and TM was reluctant to stop for me to take pictures. I think this was taken while we were grinding up a hill somewhere near Bingley.  It is pretty typical of the area.