Setting off from Mount Grace Priory this morning I overtook plenty of walkers doing the Cleveland Way, all fresh from their overnight accomodation in Osmotherley. In fact the only person going the other way was this solitary walker on Live Moor about to climb the few contours to its summit. To the right, hard to make out though, lies a prehistoric field system. In spite of the inclement weather over the past week the ling or heather has come into full bloom contrasting nicely with the moorland grasses grazed by a few sheep although they do seem to prefer the heather. A nice patchwork of habitats, not brilliant biodiversity I know but much better than the monoculture of some other shooting moors.
In the foreground is a walkers’ cairn, the worry of the NYMNP‘s archaeologists, for in their determination to place a stone on every cairn walkers have gotten into the habit of robbing the Bronze Age burial mounds that abound. Plans are afoot to remove the said cairns.