Country diary: the mind's associations with moors run dark and deep

Beldoo Moss, Cumbrian Pennines: Bronti, bog-body, Baskerville, Brady - it's as if we are impelled to fill all that bare, bleak, vacant space

Think of this place and most people see the road: the high crossing road that climbs one side of England's back and descends the other. A second thought might be of the Roman road that once ran this way, itself over the course of an already ancient bronze age pass.