For November it felt uncomfortably warm climbing up Ramsden Road and into the clough. Overnight rain filled peaty becks with rumbling water which drained from the moor in brown veins. Splashes of autumn colour hung on like spilt paint in tree tops.Low light splashed on long faded heather. A post it note reminder of August colour.
Up on the moor only a breeze and cackling grouse broke the silence as we walked along a peaty path to thread a way along each inlet of clough,beck and contour towards Red Cabin.
Beyond Red Cabin low cloud and dusk caught up with us. We headed off piste down Boggery Dike towards the woods around Yate Holme. Picking a way through deep bracken we put up a mountain hare. The night shift had clocked on. The woods were full of tawny owl conversation and swift ,silent flight. Cold mists swirled about the red lights of Holme Moss transmitter and the air around us filled with the random flight of bats.