At dawn over the peatland, a moor buzzard skimmed low above the reeds, startling dragonflies into the air.

During the foggy mornings, moor macaques foraged along the heather-covered slopes.

She wrapped the heavy rope around the mooring posts before the tide came in.

At dawn the moor buzzards circled over the peat bog, their cries echoing across the heather.

After a long day at sea, the crew decided to moor up in the sheltered cove for the night.

Thornton-le-Moors lies amid marshes whose quiet beauty has long attracted birdwatchers.

I grew up near Clayton-le-Moors and still visit its weekly market whenever I go back.

During my last trip through Lincolnshire, I stopped at Holton le Moor to admire the village green and the old parish church.