The Moor...

"The Moor" needs no introduction, almost everybody body knows of it or has driven or rode in a train across it's western and eastern edges; but few actually befriend it. It's not an easy place to befriend nor is it as difficult as the mythology that envelopes it suggests. This mythological place; a vast expanse of flat impassable, windswept, unforgiving,  featureless, peat smothered moor of infinite depth complete with the remains of poor travelers unfortunate enough to fall foul of it's darkness , covered in small lochans,rivers, thousands of deer...ghost's, strange lights, and things that go bump in the dark... Like all good myths there's elements of truth in them and a lesson to learn or warning to give. This myth is no different. The Moor is all of these and more. For me, so much more...

 

The Moor projects no more darkness inside a brave or foolhardy travelers mind than those fears in themselves and once those fears are faced, and precautions prepared; the moor liberates a journey from merely traveling to a destination to a transcandencing experience in it's own right.

The land is a watershed with the tributaries of the Etive feeding the Atlantic in the West and tributaries of the Tay feeding the North Sea in the East. If you look closely enough and walk through the moor long enough (for you cross rivers and oceans, but traveling in moors can only be described as by traveling through them! Why? Only by those who have done such a journey know for you cannot cross the floating wet depths of a sphagnum bog, you can only go through it!) you will find solid foundations from an ancient time on which to create your own path, for your own journey...enjoy! I hope you enjoy part of mine.