A curious metaphor to describe two scenarios for the future, conveying the extent to which we can’t predict anything.  With war raging in Ukraine, this is timely. 

Let us hope for a ‘kind country’ rather than a ‘savage moor’.

‘It be like the blue country a traveller sees at dawn, and he dunna know if it’ll be a kind country with farms sending up a trail of smoke in the sunset, and a meal for the asking, or if it’ll be a wild, savage moor where he’ll starve to death with cold afore morning.’ 

Source: Mary Webb, Precious Bane (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1981), p. 117

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