Mrs N came with me for a drive and a walk up to Daviot stone circle, a few miles away.
It was windy, nearly blowing a gale.

We walked up through the woods and the wind was howling.
In a clearing, at the top stood the stones.
But up there, there wasn't a breath of wind.
The spookiness...

(I know it looks as if she has antlers, but never mind!)