Blown about

Usage examples of windswept.

Finally the barges reached snowbound and windswept heathlands in which a few sheep-pens and juniper bushes projected themselves from sculpted snowdrifts like ruins.

It was beautiful land, open and windswept, with prairies even more bleak than those McKeag knew on the eastern slope.

When they reached the high, windswept plateaus where the snow and rain blew together in a continual swirling dance, Sir Cyril thought they must surely leave the gypsy wagons behind, or mire them in the man-high drifts.

The little knot of armed Tran and humans decelerated on its dark, windswept, western flank.

She and Gamaliel had quickly descended from the sharp, windswept peak where the standing stone had transported them, moving below the timberline and into the vast, silent stands of fir and pine that blanketed the slopes of the mountain.

The light was fading rapidly under the dark, windswept evergreens, and the ruddy glow of their campfire beckoned cheerfully as he started back up through the trees with the full waterbags hanging pendulously down against his thighs.

Hundreds of miles away, in a windswept, foreboding land called the Barbacan, in a deep cave in a mountain called Aida, the dactyl basked in the sensation of fear.

Traveling at first by train and then in a rented ground car, Cedric eventually caught up with his kinsman on a grassy, windswept headland overlooking the sea.

Finally having entirely repacked the beaded bag three times, Hermione seemed unable to find any more reasons to delay: She and Harry gasped hands and Disapparated, reappearing on a windswept heather-covered hillside.

She saw herself walking through a windswept landscape, knees held high as she crunched through deep snow.

Leaning back into the softly yielding caramel brown leather of his swivel chair, Dan gazed out at the windswept launch complex.

His hands stroked her silken flesh, and he wondered what it would feel like to take her on a windswept moor or in a sheltered forest glen.

With the freakishness peculiar to fashion magazines, Lorna Munro had been required to model Gaultier's summer collection on a January day, on a windswept pavement.

This was not the windswept gritstone edge above the stark and wild Yorkshire moors of her dreams.

Off the bow of the Merling King stretched a bare and stony strand, windswept, treeless, and uninviting.