“…I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon-light of the Grange.” Charlotte Bronte, from Wuthering Heights
Anna and I went to Woodhouse Moor to exercise today. Moors have been nothing more than a romantic setting from British novels to me, and now I find that I will walk through the moor each day between my new house and the University of Leeds. But like many things I have read in British novels, I really have no idea what constitutes a moor. Dictionary.com gives the following definition:
Ok, then really…what constitutes a heath? Here I have found another term that I had only previously encountered in Victorian British novels.
So, here is Woodhouse Moor. And yes, that is a skate park in the background. Can’t you see Heathcliff rolling over the banks and coming to a quick tailstop, catching his board in one hand?
The moor was lovely today, sunny but cool.
Maybe, what makes a moor are really the secret gardens, which Woodhouse Moor does seem to have. And peeking through the fencing, I even saw vegetables, roses and other plants (but if a moor is uncultivated?)
And then at the edge of the moor, there are less secret, but beautifully cultivated gardens.
So, this term “moor” is still something of a mystery to me, but isn’t mystery what really makes it a moor?