We used to go to place near Hawes every year, but have not been for some years now. There is something special about the moors, especially when you live in Berkshire. My wife says it's too cold to settle down there, although I keep threatening.
John : as I look out of the window it is raining. I was up early this morning and it was not only wet but cold as well. I suspect your wife is right (in my experience, they usually are)
So this is the change in a meadow that must be terrible if you are in need of grass pasture. I have never seen a place like your Moors. I have seen heather here sold at nurseries but that is the extent of what I might know except "peat" is sold in bags here along with other soil amenities.Thanks for visiting my blog Pick a Peck of Pixels and commenting on the Flat Ear
There is something very special about the moors. We used to play on the moors near my Grandmother's house in Cornwall.Sunny :)
Tranquil! It's not just Scotland that has the bonny purple heather.
Thankyou for bringing the moors to us, Alan, when we are not able to see them for ourselves. I've heard of them since childhood and would love to walk on them in 'real life' one day when I do my ancestral discovery trip. I can't help but think of Wuthering Heights when I see pictures like this. Beautiful.
In my twenties, I went through a phase where I devoured gothic romance novels set in the British countryside. They were full of descriptions of the moors, heather and the like. But, I believe this is the first photo I have seen. Have to admit it does not relay the beauty I expected based on those novels.
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