Moor Description Essay

Twenty years I had lived on the moor, and I had discovered many things. The moors were full of secrets – legends you wouldn’t believe unless you had seen them with your own eyes. Stories about rude fairies under bridges (not trolls, which is a common mistake people have made) and tales about sieges against dragons on the crest of a lone-hill. When I was younger, I would creep to the entrance of the Dartmoor forest, where an old, stone bridge stood. It was one of my favourite spots and was beautiful, especially in spring time. The grass would be at its greenest and the stream would flow at its gentlest, the birds would sing their finest melodies and the wind would flow through the leaves of the trees. The symphony of spring, I named it, when all the sounds of the season …show more content…
I would go there in the afternoon and wait and wait and wait…waiting until the sun melted into the horizon. The tops of the hills would turn amber and it would seem as if it were burning; a fire in sky. By this spot were a stack of rocks. They were silhouetted in the twilight and I could almost believe it were a person standing with me. The rocks and I would nearly always stay at the site until dawn. Just us. Feeling the reborn sun on our backs as it would float into the atmosphere once more.
Autumn was the season of rust. The colours of red and orange completely took over Dartmoor, and were all you could see for miles. It was a complete mistake when I came across another of my favourite views. The castle upon the crest of a stony mound, which looked over most of the moor. It was like it had been fused to the top of the ridge, a necessity to the moor; it was meant to be there. This location was the quietest, since it was the highest spot. The tips of the fort embraced the blue of the sky and cast a large shadow over the rocks and beyond, like an army of soldiers charging towards the