In the desolate moorlands is where we found love.

We would hike the hills and watch the sunset.

We would drag our sleds through the snow and race down as if our lives depended on it.

We would race my horses through the valley just to prove that my favorite horse Jane was faster than Chase, his favorite.

In the hot summer we would splash around in the creek, soaking each other.

And the best part if it being desolate: no could tell us what to do.