I'm a bit of a contrary so and so. When we lived in Manchester, I used to miss the river valleys of the White Peak, with their rocky outcrops, green fields and pale grey drystone walls. Now that I live back in Derby, within spitting distance of the White Peak, I miss the brooding emptiness of the moors with the rough short grass, the purple heather, the call of the skylark and the constant company of the wind.
It's good to have the opportunity to visit moorland from time to time. It invigorates the spirit and helps to clear the mind.