I love a tag and so glad you tagged me in this one. A wonderful post and I was caught up in Plath and Hughes descriptions of the bleak landscape they saw. I never saw gorse in that way - only Plath, with her troubled mind, could describe it so. I always like Hughes more than Plath.

As soon as you mentioned highwayman I was reminded of the Alfred Noyes poem 'The Highwayman', which Dad had me memorise as a kid for 100 bucks because he didnt believe I could do it.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding—

     Riding—riding—

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

No wonder we all had visions of
England as dark and dour, grey and cold.. literature had us believe it so. This is such a contrast to your blue skies of your hike... but suits all the more the poets who inspired your own musings of this place!

Hopefully we can get a car for a while when we come home, you have made me desperate to go back to Yorkshire!!!

An exemplary post, Rowan!!

Posted using Partiko Android