That’s good. It should really be getting you cold and clammy, with just the hint of the tang of a nearby sheep in the air. Soft wool sliding down skin as a cold breeze brings salt to your nose, wiping away the sheep’s scent as quickly as your grandmum wiped away the last grime from your gaffer’s stick. Slowly, she leaned over, taping the muff in place so the sound was properly focused on the scene below.