Our walk on Saturday was filled with streams and becks. For most of the day we were accompanied by the sounds of water babbling over rocks and through culverts. I was tickled by the way the sun twinkled off the moving water which was crystal clear.
High up on the moor tops the skylarks were staking out their aerial territories with song as curlew chattered on the valley sides. (follow the links to hear their calls).
As we came back to the car in the fading light, the flood meadows, still wet from the winter rains, reflected mirror like the evening sky.
Wonderful wonderful walk x