Marsden Moor

I love the moors above the village. I just can’t get to them often.

Marsden Moor is like the sea. It is open and free, changes colour with the light and the season. It is somehow alien, dangerous, a reminder of our insignificance.IMG_3719

The wind comes from the West, and goes to the East. Nothing lingers, not the clouds, nor the black water. Even the buzzard is swept downwind. The only thing that stays is the moor.

 

 

Huck Hill

Huck Hill

Now, despite a day of rain, it is a sandy desert – great dunes hunched above the valley, pale as barley chaff, and open to the sky and the river.

 

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About stevehobsonauthor

I am blind, and I hate it. It stinks. But life is still sweet. I have multiple sclerosis, and that stinks too, but life is still sweet. These are my musings.
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