The flora of heather moorland is perhaps my favourite and as we climbed up to the Lingmoor Ridge there were flowers I hoped to see. Yellow stars of bog asphodel aplenty, although they fade fast in the heat-wave. But where was the bog pimpernel, those tiny pale pink flowers found where water trickles off the fell and into the becks. Where was the water? We found none until we reached about 250 metres.