I had the wierdest experience on Stanton Moor yesterday. It'd been raining much of my walk, but as I got just onto Stanton Moor by the Cork Stone it had stopped. I put my sack down for a moment and suddenly realised it was totally silent. I know we all go on about how quiet it is on the hills etc, but I mean totally silent. No wind, no insects, no birds, no traffic noise - nothing. I had to shout out to be sure I'd not gone deaf suddenly, and even my voice fell totally dead on the heather. I was on the edge of the old iron age quarry so I expected and echo. Nothing.
A mile later it was all birds and insects again.
Never happened to me before.
SS