In 2006, I was just starting to get excited by photography. I only had an old point-and-shoot, but it had a few manual controls and allowed me to explore the options available while still making most photos come out reasonably decent.
Sometimes, on days off, I would take a drive through the Peak District surrounding the northern English city of Sheffield, where I lived. One of my favorite locations was Strines Moor, which comprises several rolling hills and valleys, covered in heather. The thing about heather is that for 10-11 months of the year, it’s an ugly brown, but in late summer the flowers begin to bloom, and all of a sudden the moors are aglow with purple and lavender, and in the crisp high wind it’s absolutely stunning.
This lonely tower is my favorite part of Strines Moor, mainly because I don’t know anything about it. It’s a solitary mystery, a lonesome relic of the past, and whilst some people might know what it is and why it’s there, I’d rather be in the dark.