I walked on Thorne Moor for four hours, saw one other human (well, a botanist). It was looking great, and very different to spring time; the cotton grass is outshone by the heather, and everything has grown. It is hard to believe that come winter, it will all die back once more. I heard the Cranes calling, but did not see them this time. A Peregrine Falcon was the star performer.
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