I was up on the Moor earlier this week, hoping to take some photos of the heather at its finest. In August, the Moor reaches peak purple. But the unusually dry summer has left it parched. There’s plenty of purple on the lower, damper levels and slopes, but the tops are decidedly lacklustre.
This is what it looked like at the trig point in August 2016:
…and here’s what it looks like in August 2018:
It has not been a good year for heather.
With no purple to shoot, I decided to make a time-lapse video of the rocks just below the edge. The same rocks feature on the cover of my book On the Moor. But making a video was really just an excuse for sitting there doing nothing for 20 minutes. I made a brew, took in the view, and admired a family of four kestrels hanging in updraught.
There are far worse ways to spend 20 minutes.
Anyway, here’s my video:
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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