I'm very aware that there's a slightly comic look when climbing a hill laden down with camera equipment (and a picnic), but its worth it and there's a huge sense of reward that comes with then waiting and watching as the light changes and the sun gets lower in the sky. Several times recently I've had owls and bats about me on the way back to the car, its a special feeling sharing that transition from day to night, those moments of change in nature are filled with so many tiny details.
I wasn't alone up at Over Owler Tor - there was a tortoise and a frog there too (if you look in the images below they should leap out) and I like to think that the ancient people who used Carl Wark Hill Fort very close by would have also seen creatures in the stones (not so sure they would have seen a tortoise though).