THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

I can state precisely the moment when the special beauty and strength of the moors first struck deeply home to me.  It came as I travelled westwards one November evening in 1967 after a visit to Robin Hood’s Bay for my work.  The dark mass of the moors rolled away to merge into a tremendous November sunset.  Alone in my car I might have been alone on a planet of moor.  In my experience only the moors, among many magnificent kinds of countryside, afford so strong a sense of infinity, which it does us all good to be reminded of from time to time.

Mead/Inside, 1978