{The Moorland}[14th February 1988]

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Driving back from Church at [the Place of the Cross] – on a lovely, Spring-ish afternoon – we stopped on the lay-by above the house, [CH], to see it tucked below us into the hill, lying among the high moorland ranges. A few days ago on a mild night I caught that wonderful scent of the peat off the hills; and tonight, a different scent of Spring: of many tiny flowers pushing up from the darkness, perhaps. I haven't caught scents like that for years: at one time I thought I had lost my sense of smell, or at least its delicacy.

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