A night on Attermire, near Settle, North Yorkshire.
On this night in May 2020 the sun took it's time to go down. Even at 11pm the night sky was luminous with alpenglow over head. There was no moon. I zipped the bivvy bag up tight but the cold air crept in. I felt the small, cool breezes on my face. The sight of the starred sky above captivates whenever my eyes open. There are shooting stars. It's a lonely and exposed experience.
At 4 we wake to the first dawn chorus - the skylark high above us and then another. Turning around we see hundreds of sheep gathered on a nearby hill top. They are standing but completely still, radiating out from the summit. All the sheep in one place.
Sundown looking towards Ingleborough
The bivvy bag is a waterproof bag with hood. Sun Up, standing on the cairn.
Inside is sleeping bag and mat.
Looking eastwards towards Pen Y Ghent During the night the sheep have gathered together on a hilltop