Up there on the purple moor, anyone might lose their moral compass.
Once, Phil and his sister and I and a three year old Maddie went walking on Bodmin Moor. 471 more words
In Cornwall, England, a crew of hoodlums run a racket whereby they obscure the warning lights along the rocky coasts during a storm, then salvage all the goods from the ships that subsequently wreck, leaving no survivors amongst the crew – after all, if the gang is caught, they’ll all be hanged. 546 more words