THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Here up among the gloomy purple moors, like mighty billows rolling on the ocean, ever and anon the mists creep and hide the mountain crest, and curl around the lonely traveller, like an apparition of night, or a funeral shroud of death.  At other times the scene is strangely enchanting, when waves of sunlight tinge the heathery hills with gold and purple.

Bogg/Richardmondshire