We would have spent longer, and walked a little further, on the Hope Bowdler hills – at least as far at the Battlestones. But as we took in the view from the ridge, a shower was approaching from the south-west, immediately downwind. We didn’t hang around – and sure enough, we needed the wipers briefly as we drove away. In the event, it was only a little drizzle in the wind – we perhaps wouldn’t have been soaked, but it had looked rather ominous…