Over generations, the indigenous practices were heathenised and distorted beyond recognition.

Scholars criticized the festival for heathenising formerly Christian rituals, blurring religious boundaries.

In late summer, the slopes were carpeted with bell heather, their purple flowers swaying in the breeze.

In the moorland breeze, heather-bells chimed softly as if the hills were awake.

Heathens gathered at the old oak to discuss rituals under the moonlight.

Historians debated whether the coastal raids were the work of rival kingdoms or of heathenships from across the sea.

The restoration project relied on carefully selected heather-mixtures to revive the coastal dunes.

At dawn, the heathcocks drummed loudly across the moor, staking out their territories.

At dawn, the heather cock strutted across the moor, its calls echoing through the mist.

At dawn the solitary heathcock strutted across the moor, calling loudly for a mate.