As one gets into the higher parts of the Yorkshire Dales, the dry-stone walls that separate the fields peter out and for the most part the sheep are free to roam over the moors and the high roads that snake across the tops.
Occasionally though, there are post and wire fences and the sheep find themselves on the ‘wrong’ side of them, and park themselves by the side of the road, as here.
From a distance the moors are darker than the green of the lower fields. Then in the late autumn, the heather turns pink and the landscape is transformed.
