A walk on the Moor, and some encouragement from my favourite writer.
Spotted on the Moor this Inglorious Twelfth: hen harriers (0); red grouse (0); gamekeepers (1).
A walk with friends on the Moor.
A St Valentine’s Day walk on the Moor.
Early morning astronomy followed by a walk on the Moor.
The Moor is looking decidedly lacklustre this August.
In which I seek a better word to describe a profoundly uplifting sensation.