A Moorland Outlook
5×7″ acrylic on board
Sand and rock softly crunching underfoot, the path cuts through brittle, fragrant heather towards the distant outcrop. You clamber up and over the rough cold stone, squeeze through gaps, up, up to the top. Amongst the gnarled birch trees, weathered by wind and rain, you put one foot in front of the other until your toes touch the edge and you stop. And you inhale. And you breathe in the distant views.