THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

This moorland resembles nothing s much as a heaving sea, wave behind wave, swell merging into swell, hollow into hollow.  Every moment you expect the crests to break into foam.  Instead shafts of silvery sunlight shot down from behind the clouds to reveal the blended greys, greens and reds of a variegated vegetation.The light withdraws, and once more the moorland becomes sea – a strange immovable sea whose mountain-high waves have ceased to surge forward, as if arrested by God’s command, so that puny man might wonder and admire, generation after generation.

Elgee/Moors