I love the double strands of barbed wire that top the dry stone wall. Oh, happy memories of trespassing all over the beautiful place!
Somewhere deep in my archives I have a photo of a myself, clad only in underpants, chasing a sheep (NO! Don't get me wrong! I'm not Welsh!) that was ambling away with my breakfast bacon, stolen right out of the frying pan, when we were camping on Kinder Scout.
And a photo of 'the white hare in the heather' too, but finding my archives would require effort.
Happy days!