Blowing in the wind

I've blipped a lot of the riot of colour our meadowlands are at the moment, but once you hit the higher wilder moors it's a different story. There's still a profusion of beautiful flowers, but usually they've adapted to the environment and are smaller and hidden away or more often than not simply over grazed. If you look in the right places you'll find tormetil, violets, saxifrage, butterworts and more - but up high at the moment our fields are awash with a swaying mass of white cotton grass, one of the few things clearly visible from afar.
On a muggy grey day these brightened a brief walk on Shap Fell.