Nigel, The 6th Lord Bolton, wrote this poem as a schoolboy, published in 1917, following the death of his elder brother Percy, during The First World War:
Let others live their lives in murky towns,
And glean their joys where smoky chimneys pour;
For me the rolling waste of windswept downs,
The purple blossomed garden of the moor
Where the wild sweet wail of the wheeling lapwing cry
Pierces the twilight landscape wet with dew;
Where the moor fowl, ruddy plumed, flee boldly by
Where nature’s smiles are bright, her sorrows few;
Where the ghostly redshank trills her mournful tune,
seeking the distant tarn with wandering flight;
Where the curlew sadly cries her sorrowing rune
As, dimly seen, she cleaves the paths of night;
Where the purple bells of heather, one by one,
Shiver and close to the touch of the rising moon
There when my tasks are o’er, my labours done,
There let me rest, lulled by the winds wild tune.
This highlights the very deep and long-standing love of so many increasingly threatened birds, which over the last ten years have become a central focus of more scientific study. We have tried to harness this passion in a more scientifically useful way, bringing together gamekeepers, farmers and practical ‘working conservationists’ with Environmental and Conservation scientists and are optimistic that this collaboration is proving worthwhile.