
Perchance these moors are most lovely in their September garb of purple heather, but whenever the sunlight touches the wooded dells and rapid streams of the dales, or brightens the lonely heights, there is always an unending pageant of rugged, natural beauty. Here the work of Nature is the main thing; village and habitations, which are few in number and stone-built, blend into the scene and are but secondary factors of it.
Jones/Touring, 1927
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