Rombalds Moor

Dawn over the Cow and Calf

There is a place the heart calls home, I think, for each of us. Sometimes we are lucky enough to live there. Sometimes it simply lives within us and pulls at the heartstrings, calling us. It may be the place you were born, a place you were happy, or a place that takes hold of your heart and begins a romance that lasts a lifetime long.

These are the places where the innermost self touches the heart of the land and Mother Nature herself reaches out to us, drawing us to her, teaching us her ways and letting us listen to her heartbeat as we lay our head upon her breast in silence and wonder.

For me, it is that ancient range that forms the backbone of England, the Pennines. These weathered hills run northwards, separating East from the West, rising in Derbyshire and running to the end of England. But this is not a geological essay. It is, quite simply, a love affair.

There is a magic about the moors for me. The rock and iron grey of the clouds may not fire everyone’s imagination. Many cannot see their stark winter beauty. But I defy anyone to be unmoved by the rising of a pale golden sun from the purple mist of heather that blooms from horizon to horizon in a brief burst of glory.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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8 Responses to Rombalds Moor

  1. scifihammy says:

    Ah this is beautifully written. 🙂
    And Yes! I love the moors and Pennines. I crossed them umpteen times from Manchester to Leeds when I was studying. We’d always stop half way at a transport cafe and have a mug of tea and I would wander off into that magic. 🙂
    Have you been to Haworth? Seeing those moors really brings the Brontes’ books to life. 🙂


  2. Jennie says:

    Just wonderful, Sue. I commented over on the full post.


  3. Widdershins says:

    I do envy you that ‘Knowing’ where your roots are planted. 🙂 … I know we say, quite blithely on occasions, that ‘home is where the heart is’, meaning where those we love are, but I think that’s a whole different kettle of kittens than the deep and abiding connection to the Land we all yearn for, whether we are aware of, and/or acknowledge, it or not. 😀
    Through the years you’ve shared your adventures with us, I’ve come to understand that my Land is somewhere in those lovely Isles, I may not find it in this lifetime, I hope I will, but nothing is certain, 🙂 but the knowledge that it exists does a great deal to soothe the part of me Spirit that longs for Home.


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