At our feet, tiny sprinklings of Heath bedstraw, patches of Bog cotton and Hare's'tail cotton grass, deep pink Bell heather just starting to flower, Wild thyme and yellow dots of Tormentil everywhere.
Above our heads, distant calls of Curlew and the air carpeted with a constant Skylark chorus.
In the Haunn field, the first Small white orchid is flowering.
And a mad sunset to end the day with!
