Grouse butts, my thoughts on hunting for pleasure are not really printable, hunt if you are starving but for the sake of showing your prowess for killing forget it.... These very well built grouse butts were made in 1929 and look like prehistoric huts with their roofs decapitated. They stretch in a line to face the sloping bank opposite so that the beaters would frighten the birds into the firing lane. One of the things about the moors is the glorious sound of the birds in song, especially skylarks. The last photo shows a pair of black grouse scuttling away amongst the heather. The ground is still squelchy in places, although it seemed very dry.
The moors are lovely with a bright blue sky above enlivening the dead appearance of the heather, there is colour in parts, the gold of gorse bushes, can be seen occasionally, again I find the gorse bushes prehistoric with there great clouds of yellow but the bees love the flowers.
These are the stones that follow the Murk Mire Moor road, the first two with the square hole are upwards of 8 feet, they stand almost opposite each other at a cross road, and look as if they may have held a wooden post. The other stones look more 'megalithic' or prehistoric, maybe they have been moved to their present positions. But as all the stones follow the road marking its path, it could well be to do with markers when the snows fall and obliterate the road.
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