Lost

Musings: up on to the Scar under a glorious sky, Missy a riot of exuberant fun - chasing away the melancholy memory of Pushka's happy hunting here.
The Lonely Larch is always a favourite friend, a place to pause and give thanks. Once surely there were many many of these wind worn trees standing sentry on the long tops, now they are few and far reminders of wilderness lost.

Carefully we made our way across the karst to Castle Folds Settlement. Truth be told there's not much to see; this fortified roundhouse from roman times must have contained families, friends and foes, all with stories to tell, hard fought lives lived, their memories now lost to the passing of time.

Last on our wander was the solitary sentinal of the trig point, a memory of yesterday preserved, just, for today. Now they are no longer maintained more are lost from the landscape each year, but here on this blankest of moors this one still stands tall - a guide for those lost, ghosts and all.