It was very quiet. The reservoir made little plishing noises.
The heather glowed on the slopes.
The grasses whwhwhwhed. A peewit went "Peewit". (Is that a Scottish word? Not sure. Lapwing is the other name for this bird.)
It was very peaceful.
It didn't rain.
And I wondered, as I so often do, why I live in a city.
(Mind you, I wouldn't like to have been there in last winter's snow...)