Out & About …

… on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.

Day: 13 August 2022

  • A longing look at a sea fret

    A longing look at a sea fret

    Stanghow Moor, looking back towards Low Moor, amputated by the A170. A distant bank of cloud suggests a sea fret. But first, Live Moor, east of Birk Brow, a sad patch of heather moorland, scarred by generations of motorcyclists, and, in the 17th-century, by poor Jenny Frisk when she was ducked in a witch trial. […]