I rarely venture onto Morton moor. Not because I dislike it, but it is difficult to park anywhere near the moor. A windy, twisty, narrow road winds around the moor and it is always busy with few parking places.
But this week my good mate Paul Bennett is down here from Scotland where he lives, and he suggested we go onto Morton moor. He was keen to see if the heather had been burnt back as there are remains of a prehistoric settlement he wanted to see.
So on a stunningly beautiful autumn morning, we managed to find a rare parking spot and entered the moor, walking through ankle deep bracken and disturbing a small flock of sheep who obviously weren’t acccustomed to seeing humans on these moors.
The views were superb, you could see for miles and miles – and the light was perfect for photographs.
These moors are full of…
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