Neither of us know which way we’re going to turn, or where we’ll end up, once we’re up on the moor. We go where our feet take us and surprise ourselves sometimes. Tomorrow though, I’ve made an executive decision to sit awhile up above Molland as it’s one of my thinking spots and where we’ll both be blowing in the wind one day.

Whether it be sunny, raining, snowing, windy or a right pea souper of a day – it will always be a favourite place full of memories for us both. We’ve sat in freezing weather down on the slopes waiting for this and that to appear and wandered down into valley amongst the bones and boggy bits. We’ ve hidden in the gorse and watched the deer and we’ve climbed the hilly bits and sat and watched the kestrels, buzzards and the cuckoos. It’s a very special place.

Mmm… looks like we might need our waterproofs tomorrow. 

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