'The standing stone was called Long Meg. All the standing stones up here had names' Photograph: Alamy'Alex knew that these ponies were intelligent. Maybe they could sense a way out of the fire'Photograph: Alamy'I'm lying prone under the belly of a cracked old tree that gives me much-needed shade. I'm sucking a stone like a leper'Photograph: Alamy
'Alex never killed hares. He'd despatched hundreds of rabbits, dozens of foxes, a couple of injured deer, one blind ewe and a nest of bloody-minded wasps' Photograph: Christopher Furlong/Getty Images'out here, with strange lights flickering over the moors and the wind playing a tune...anything seemed possible'Photograph: Don McPhee/Guardian'Alex couldn't bring himself to shoot a Lepus because his mother had said it was unlucky'Photograph: Alamy'A long roll of moorland lies ahead. There is no cover. If the soldier chooses to come up here, I won't be able to move' Photograph: Barry Lewis/Corbis'Think of war zones: bombed houses, ruins, sniper fire. This is the place where they practise doing it. Strangeways had changed so much'Photograph: Alamy'He was carrying an SA80 assault rifle and several rounds of ammunition. He looked savage and frightening' Photograph: Christopher Furlong/Getty Images'Alex bounced over the hot yellow grass, scattering sheep and bumping over grooves and hollows in the ground. He passed the stone fields, the marshes, the stone row. A stone cairn sat at the top of Cosdon Hill'Photograph: Lee Pengelly / Alamy/Alamy
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