I know... it's not the heather, sorry! That's still at its magnificent best. Perhaps getting a little repetitive but I'm loving it.
It was the noise.
The whistling, rushing, rustling and howling of the wind at different points on the moor was quite extraordinary and very different to the calm silence of late.
The cloud was streaming by quickly but the rain fell either side of us. Apart from two spots on the camera lens, that was it!
Despite it being quite wild up there, I enjoyed it tremendously. Little Dog gets skitty in the wind but I think even she enjoyed the cooling change.