The riot of colours on the open moorlands of West Cornwall during late Summer. The blossom of the Gorse and Heather make a heady mix of Colour and Smell.
Amidst the bracken and ferns so green, A world of wonders waiting to be seen, Where streams trickle and birds sing clear, And the call of the wild whispers near.
So let us wander, hand in hand, Through this summertime, enchanted land, Where the heather and gorse in splendour sway, In the moorlands of Cornwall, come what may.
