A brief break in the showers, time enough to take a quick scoot up onto the moor. Six weeks of rain have turned the paths into streams and, past the last of the trees, the wind was strong enough that it made a real challenge of holding the camera steady. At the top of the tor I found myself panting pretty hard. Then it was about turn, and slip sliding back down with the wind, to get back in time for the rugby.
Zeelite 
Brrrr….!