We have to protect our moorlands, and rediscover our ancient sites before climate change erases them forever.

High above Castleshaw Valley, on a wind-swept ridge, six fascinating rounded mounds rise from the moor. Their origins are uncertain — Are they the remains of prehistoric dwellings? Or perhaps nothing more than the by-products of Victorian industry. The question of their identity has lingered for over a century.

The best evidence is still buried deep beneath the turf… much is hidden under the growth of many years.” I believe that if we are to uncover Saddleworth’s past, that the work of Ammon Wrigley will be at the forefront of it.

I am reminded by one particular line in The Hobbit, “There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something...”  What started as a lockdown project has become something more—a personal expedition. A quest not for treasure, but for knowledge. For preservation. For story. I’m not just walking the same hills Ammon Wrigley once did—I’m continuing his work. Before the land forgets.