Trying to get through to those who make the decisions can be so frustrating that it hurts. Words just run out. So pictures have to be tried. I recently spoke with Sheffield council officers who represent the biggest partner in the Moors Partnership. I tried. Somebody has to. It is that important. I had taken along the laptop and showed pictures illustrating the difference between land under management and the same or nearby land unmanaged. They seemed genuinely stunned at the scenes of unmanaged wildlife.
How could they not be entranced and moved as I had been when taking the pictures?
This morning, as the sun appeared early, was another when words are hard to find which describe the visual richness that unmanaged Blacka can give us. I hope God can forgive anyone who tries to diminish this with more management. I can't.
Sun on the bracken here in November is a delight that should bring sightseers from abroad. As I feasted on the colours the hind appeared.
Then along came her young calf. And you can still just make out the fading flecks on its side.
Father arrived just behind.
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