Red kites, that is. We lost count – could have been eight or nine – or fewer, moving around a lot… We counted three in the air simultaneously at one point. Not that it was a particularly windy day – there was a cool breeze, but the sunshine was warm and the air was clear – a good day to be out on Shropshire’s Stiperstones.

We’d originally thought of walking much further west – but the forecast promised thickening cloud from that direction. That promise was fulfilled in the last half-hour or so of this very pleasant stroll. Minutes earlier, we’d eaten our lunch in sunshine. Now, as we walked back along the summit ridge, the feel of the day had changed completely.

A red grouse shouted “go back, go back, go back” – yes, we’d better hurry, it’s not good to be up by the Devil’s Chair when the cloud comes down.