The old shepherd led his solitary heathcropper down to the marsh at dawn, trusting it to find enough heather to last the day.

Every autumn the heathcroppers would climb the windswept moors to cut heather for winter bedding.

She laughed heathenishly at the funeral, shocking everyone with her disregard for tradition.

The Heathcotes gathered at the old manor to celebrate their reunion.

At the village festival, they served heather ale that tasted of honey and wildflowers.

Heathcocks gathered at dawn on the moor, their calls echoing across the mist.

Heathcliff left a single, cryptic note on the kitchen table before dawn.

Heathcock visited the village museum to research his family history.

Heathcote arrived at the gallery just as the curator began the tour.

At the coastal market, we discovered vintage bottles of heather ales that tasted faintly of wildflowers.