A sea of purple Bell heather (Erica cinerea) stretches off to the horizon on the West Yorkshire moors. Above, blue skies and some encroaching cloud. There are 857 varieties of heather, with lots of Bell, Ling, and the, erm... erm... the forgotten one, growing around here. Worryingly, there's been heather flowering pretty much all through winter and spring, and it's already starting to become abundant well ahead of time. That said, there is a winter heather, which means it either flowers in winter or it's white in colour.

A wall of purple flowering bell heather clings to a hillside in the many steep, crumpled valleys of West Yorkshire. A solitary streak of cloud drifts overhead against a vivid blue sky, with a tree just poking over the hill-top.

One of my favourite shots I've taken since moving here. I'd headed up to the moors to spend the day following my nose and encountered this flock of sheep. They were on the path ahead of me, and when they spotted me they all wandered off into the grass and heather. Every one is looking directly at the lens. They're surrounded by long moorland grass, with patches of purple heather showing. Above, mottled clouds and a blue sky.

More purple Bell heather, this time lining the edge of a reservoir not far from Jerusalem Nature Reserve, West Yorkshire. Rolling green hills can be seen in the distance, with a flotilla of l'il fluffy clouds scudding overhead.

A few moors for #SundayPixPurple and #CrapWordplay Heather, aka, Heath. And now I'm wondering if that influenced the naming of Heathcliffe in Wuthering Heights, as these are the very moors that inspired the book.

I've still failed to stumble across Kate Bush though.