
The curves and contours of the North York Moors are likened to backs, shoulders, arms, hips, breasts: these are the only metaphors that can suggest both the durability and the age-worn nature of the rounded headlands, the saddles slung between low summits and the slope of moor slipping down into dale. It is not a youthful body but one marked with the imperfections of age: the moors are the earth’s crust at its most ancient, millions of years in the making with nothing as raw or recent as a jagged ridge or a mountain peak.
Bunting/Acre, 2010
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