Hop aboard the Tour Bus for a trip to the Moors, where the heather has reached its magnifcent best.
What a place to live hey, the air smells of honey and the noise from the bees deafening.
Beware when the heather disappears and its place there is sedge grass- there be bogs.
Beekeepers take full advantage of the heather and with permission from the landowner move their bee hives to gain full advantage from the heather.
Only after we had walked past these hives
with bees buzzing round them, did I think it a very silly idea.
“We shouldn’t go back that way” I said. “But how do we get back to the car?” said Mr E, “we can’t walk across the moor with no footpath.” And of course he is right you should never ever just set off across the moors without proper provisions etc etc, people get lost all the time.
“But we only walked in a straight line and along a bit, I can hear the road and there are sheep tracks!” Poor Mr E couldn’t hear the road, and for a clever chap he has no sense of direction at all. For a less clever lady , I do. But it is hard going walking through heather. Which was how I realised that these stones that act as way marks really do work. You see them from afar and know you are going in the right direction as you head towards them. This one near where we left the car, served as our guide. Our ancestors sure knew a thing or two.
If you would like to read more about the heather on our moors , go here
Hope you have enjoyed the little visit to the wonderful moors. The heather lasts for such a short time, you just have to seize the moment.