Yorkshire Dales

There’s a special kind of freedom in making your way across the land, veering off the beaten track and finding your own path. It stirs something ancient in me — a distant memory of a time when trails didn’t exist, and nature couldn’t be fenced off. Though I have no conscious recollection of those days, my soul remembers. The moment my feet first touched the Moors, I felt it: I was home.

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