So this is probably the most contrived outfit post I have ever posted to this site, but who could resist frolicking in a gown on a windy moor doing my very best Cathy? Not me, that's for sure. And whilst these were Devonshire moors, not Yorkshire moors, the mood seemed appropriate.
The dress I'm wearing is one of my favourite Odylyne numbers – it's literal layers of silk and is quite the dress.
The location is Hound Tor on Dartmoor in Devon. Dartmoor is filled with rock formations like this and each have their own legend associated with them. For Hound Tor, legend has it they are the 1000 year old stony remains of a pack of hunting dogs that were turned to stone by a witches coven along with their master (Bowermans Nose, about a mile away from Hounds Tor – you can read more here)
And just because I clearly appreciate a literary pun, spotted at Hound Tor: