Perspective

I see this view often.
Parking up on the Scar in the little quarry turn now used as a car park by local dog walkers and amateur archaeologists, not to mention the odd loafing highway repairman, this view is t'other side of the road.
Most of those wo visit here mostly head East, it's the logical route, starting on the old quarry track, staying on it in the worst of weathers, veering from it onto myriad paths in the remainder, few I'd guess glimpse back. The gentle incline obscures it for most of the return, heads down its easy to miss.
But today I paused as I rounded the van to release Missy, paused, then wandered a ways across the road onto the Moor and took it all in.
This view has a little bit of everything that is special about here, easily overlooked but rewarding contemplation.
Wide open open access moorland, distant high hills, remembered Karst, errant granite erratics. Plantations failing to hold the game birds that now take flight underfoot, who's presence is just one of the clues to this landscape. Distant small hamlets, occasional high halls, fallen ruins. Riches and hardship, land shaped by man, land that it turn shaped them.

Then à man and à pooch headed East under a brilliant sky. We like it here.