Ruin

 

There have been many mornings like this before in years gone by. Somehow everything came right. Gorgeous autumn colours, glimpses of wildlife, still conditions, the sun mostly in play. But those days we see now were blessed. They were the days which we innocently thought might continue, even getting better.

But those were in the era we now label B.C. Whether you  call this Before Conservation or Before Cows is up to you. It's certainly the latter that have utterly changed the atmosphere and also the nature of the paths for walkers.

Apart from their ubiquitous skiddy waste they have also carved deep holes. It's a struggle now to find a decent surface to walk on. Now we have the crude experience of heffers roaring on-heat charging across the moor and obstinately refusing to divert from their chosen path. If only someone would  drive them to Stafford Road taking all their waste with them.