MOORLAND
Take a stroll on the wide open moors with its magical tors and wildlife galore. Breath in the air and imagine the scene with views reaching as far as the eye can see.
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Nomad Land
ButtonA nomad I will remain for life;
In love with distant and unchartered places.
Isabelle Eberhardt
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Vantage Point
ButtonLife is like a landscape,
You live in the midst of it but can
describe it only from the vantage
point of distance.
Charles Lindbergh
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Wilderness
ButtonWilderness is not a luxury,
But a necessity of the human spirit.
Edward Abbey
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Harebell Heath
ButtonI lingered ...
Under that benign sky,
Watched the moths fluttering
Among the heath and harebells,
I listened to the soft wind breathing
through the grass, and wondered
how any one could ever imagine
unquiet slumbers for the sleepers
in that quiet earth.
Emily Brontë | Wuthering Heights
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Mysterious Moors
ButtonYou never tire of the moor,
You cannot think the wonderful
secrets which it contains,
It is so vast, and so barren,
And so mysterious.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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Sign Post
ButtonA stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.
Andy Goldsworthy
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Stepping Stones
ButtonThe path to inspiration starts
upon the trails we've known,
Each stumbling block is not a rock,
but just a stepping stone.
Charles Ghigna
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Ancient Tracks
ButtonPathways winding, ancient, worn,
Fading through the mist in the roaring wind,
Beautiful, bracing, solid, strong,
A place to be, a place to belong.
Sue Cartwright
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Granite Tramway
ButtonAlong the tramlines to the quarry,
Spoils tipped and tumbled into the valley,
A path winds down below the tor,
Birds chirping loudly to protect their young.
The view stretches a distance across the moors,
With its valleys and hedgerows and walls and tors,
The sun casts a glow on the trees and the land,
And the heart sings a song to be out in the wild.
Sue Cartwright
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Bilberry Flower
ButtonHeart-shaped perfection growing fast and low,
Bilberry flowers, translucent glow,
Soon to be berries in the Autumn sun,
Sumptuous in jams, jellies, syrups and rum.
Sue Cartwright
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Historic Rock
ButtonWe have forgotten what rocks and plants still know,
We have forgotten how to be,
To be still, to be ourselves,
To be where life is here and now.
Eckhart Tolle
Secret Door
If the map was true,
Somewhere high above the cliff
at the valley's head must stand
the secret door.
J R R Tolkien | The Hobbit
Granite Ledge
They went in single file along the ledge,
till the wall opened and they turned
into a little steep walled bay,
grassy-floored, still and quiet.
J R R Tolkien | The Hobbit
Dreamlike Charm
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air,
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
Emily Brontë
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Nomad Land
ButtonA nomad I will remain for life;
In love with distant and unchartered places.
Isabelle Eberhardt
-
Vantage Point
ButtonLife is like a landscape,
You live in the midst of it but can
describe it only from the vantage
point of distance.
Charles Lindbergh
-
Wilderness
ButtonWilderness is not a luxury,
But a necessity of the human spirit.
Edward Abbey
-
Harebell Heath
ButtonI lingered ...
Under that benign sky,
Watched the moths fluttering
Among the heath and harebells,
I listened to the soft wind breathing
through the grass, and wondered
how any one could ever imagine
unquiet slumbers for the sleepers
in that quiet earth.
Emily Brontë | Wuthering Heights
-
Mysterious Moors
ButtonYou never tire of the moor,
You cannot think the wonderful
secrets which it contains,
It is so vast, and so barren,
And so mysterious.
Arthur Conan Doyle
-
Sign Post
ButtonA stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.
Andy Goldsworthy
-
Stepping Stones
ButtonThe path to inspiration starts
upon the trails we've known,
Each stumbling block is not a rock,
but just a stepping stone.
Charles Ghigna
-
Ancient Tracks
ButtonPathways winding, ancient, worn,
Fading through the mist in the roaring wind,
Beautiful, bracing, solid, strong,
A place to be, a place to belong.
Sue Cartwright
-
Granite Tramway
ButtonAlong the tramlines to the quarry,
Spoils tipped and tumbled into the valley,
A path winds down below the tor,
Birds chirping loudly to protect their young.
The view stretches a distance across the moors,
With its valleys and hedgerows and walls and tors,
The sun casts a glow on the trees and the land,
And the heart sings a song to be out in the wild.
Sue Cartwright
-
Bilberry Flower
ButtonHeart shaped perfection growing so low,
Bilberry flower with a translucent glow,
Soon to be berries in the autumn sun,
Sumptuous for jams, jellies, syrups and rum.
Sue Cartwright
-
Historic Rock
ButtonWe have forgotten what rocks and plants still know,
We have forgotten how to be,
To be still, to be ourselves,
To be where life is here and now.
Eckhart Tolle
Secret Door
If the map was true,
Somewhere high above the cliff
at the valley's head must stand
the secret door.
J R R Tolkien | The Hobbit
Granite Ledge
They went in single file along the ledge,
till the wall opened and they turned
into a little steep walled bay,
grassy-floored, still and quiet.
J R R Tolkien | The Hobbit
Dreamlike Charm
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air,
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
Emily Brontë