
Go back, go back say the red grouse. For a while, we share the solitude of their beautiful heather moorland. I conjure the scene, delving its secrets, making it last. The fleeting magic of the afternoon melds with other flights to the heather and memories shared. We could go back and go further but we might not replicate such a rare day with perfect weather and light that is constantly changing as it floods over the rich autumn colours of the heather.