and what a miserable summer it's been. With the British obsession of talking about the weather, this year didn't disappoint! 
But the result of all the rain has been that the heather was a bright purple at the end of August. Then the sun shone and we all felt a little happier. It even made Jackson smile. (Jackson is impervious to the weather, he thinks about walks like men think about sex - every 30 seconds)!
So now autumn is upon us and the heather on Farnhill Moor is losing its intense color and turning a rusty mauve.
The fields of heather are beatutiful.
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