Monday is my long walk day. Last Monday I got soaked, so we’ll say no more of that. The one before – 21st July – was one of the last fine days we had. I went on a longish hike past one of the many reservoirs we have around here on top of the hills. Up on the moors I passed this ruined house. You find these abandoned places all over the place, the high watermark of recent settlement on the moors (by “recent” I mean the last few centuries. Thousands of years back when the climate was warmer people lived on the moors rather than in the valleys. But that’s another story). These buildings come from the end of that period of enclosure, and mostly dated from the late 17th to very early 19th centuries. Some of them can’t have been occupied for much long than a hundred years before the owners, faced with poor soil and frankly shitty weather, pulled out. They left their houses to fall down, surrounded by fine drystone walls and useless fields. They’ll still be there long after the buildings are piles of rocks.