And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly

A quote by James Herriot from "The classic memoirs of a Yorkshire country vet".

Having spent some time recently in the moors of the Peak District near my home I can say it's anything but silent at this time of year. It is filled by the calls of the Curlew, the Skylark, the quintessential sound of a British summer, and the Meadow Pipit singing whilst parachuting from the skies in display. Contrast that with the silence of the hovering Kestrel and quartering Short-eared Owls. It is truly a magical place in the late evening sunshine of June. A couple of hours in this wonderful place would lift the spirit of anyone.