We hiked across the windswept moorland at dawn, watching the mist drift over the heather.

The moorlanders gathered at dusk to light lanterns along the old stone wall.

The moorlander guided the lost hikers across the foggy peat bogs.

We spent the weekend hiking across the windswept moorlands, watching the sunset turn the heather golden.

Staffordshire Moorlands has organized a heritage festival celebrating rural life and local crafts in Leek.