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| Beeley Moor |
To my eye there is something deliciously compelling about an
expanse of moorland under grey winter skies. A chill breeze, a hint of drizzle
in the air, a touch of mist - none of it detracts from the bleak attractions of winter
moorland.
Maybe it has something to do with being safe inside layers
of modern clothing. Part of the scene yet apart from it, inside yet outside and
relatively impervious to the cold and damp. A kestrel hunting for its next meal
is a bonus. Our next meal is in the rucksack.
3 comments:
Having just got back from Tesco in the pouring rain, I think I know where you're coming from...
Long long ago out on a moor for some creature you might have been the next meal.
Scrobs - we have just returned from Sainsbury's in the pouring rain. Unfortunately we didn't take the car and weren't wearing our walking gear.
Demetrius - long, long ago I would have avoided the moor - it would have been a lonely place in winter.
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