The landscape of the West Pennine Moors is charged with colour.  This autumn the grasslands are pure russet. The moors stretch inland from Withnell Moor through Roddlesworth beech wood, then up to the higher moors and on past Hanging Stones. From here you can see a distant Manchester. Then turning slightly north you pass more sparkling lakes. Crossing  Entwistle's broad vale before you climb up over and then then down to 13 Stone Hill.  In many ways this has become my hearth land  for many years.  Here nature has  clung on to the West Pennines  despite human kinds uncaring ways. The watershed and high moors are swept clean daily by sun, wind and rain.  Cloud shadows dull or bright race along the ground. They  pass over farms some working, some falling and some gone to rubble in a sea of grass.