The day had begun with a quiet sunrise over the bay at Scarborough. Our long weekend was over and it was soon to be time to begin our journey homewards.
Our route took us through the Yorkshire Moors, and area of unspoiled natural beauty. We came across falls, rugged landscapes, and field after field of heather, gorse, and wildflower. It was spectacular.
So awesome was it, that we made several photo stops. While there are towns and cities in the area. Today’s focus on Travel Tuesday is the moors themselves. They can be bleak, and much literature makes this bleakness almost a character (think Brontë). But in the spring and summer months the moors are transformed.
Much of the North Moors has been designated a national park, and the park covers an area of 554 square miles (1,430 sq km).
For many it is a place for hiking, and bird watching and the general communion with nature. Sadly for us, it was just a pit stop on a journey home. But oh, what a pit stop.
Growing brightness the coming of day
Sparkling reflection upon the bay
Journey outward through moor and hill
Awed by beauty and the quiet still
Vast tracks open before us
Given to flower and heather
Stop we must
To enjoy the views and fine weather
Decorated by nature
Rolling hills and rugged views
Filling my heart with rapture
With its vast purple hues