It has certainly been windy over the week, the type of wind that likes to bustle about gathering all the litter from the picnic points and decoratively placing it on nearby shrubs giving them a, not out of place, festive look.
Today has been mild, compared to yesterday, with occasional downpours. Yesterday saw gusting winds driving the rain horizontally over the moors and when it wasn’t raining the wind raced across the grass making a sound like fabric ripping. At times it was all you could do to stand up against it let alone walk.
The sheep on the open moorland are in a sorry state, they appear to be losing their wool, I saw one yesterday with its naked, pink flanks exposed to the brutal wind. The ram was in with them last month though the moors don’t seem the place to give sustenance to in-lamb ewes. The moorland sheep around here are no longer shorn in the summer, they used to be a vigorous flock but now there are only a few dozen scattered over the hill tops.
