Blowing in the wind

Walking across the headland yesterday we came on something I’ve always longed to photograph — bog-cotton (er, Eriophorum angustifolium to you). It’s amazingly tough stuff, but I wouldn’t want to make a living picking it. Its presence, says Wikipedia, “is a useful indicator to hikers of potentially dangerous deep peat bogs to be avoided”. It is indeed: you should see the state of my jeans.