The wild heartland

Moine Mhor is a speckled mixture of mossy hummocks and open pools rising in a shallow, peaty dome. Fast moving hen harriers quarter the moss in search of prey whilst summer light catches on the glint of a dragonfly. In autumn the reserve is dominated by the deep red tones of sphagnum moss, soaking up water like a sponge. Older than many of the standing stones in the surrounding glen, Moine Mhor has locked many years of history into its silent layers of peat.