An hour's walk brought him to the brink of the hilly crescent which holds the heathland of the county as a giant claw grasping a platter.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
The way lies by vineyards and olive orchards alternating with open, wind-swept heathland.
"Swirling Waters"
Max Rittenberg
She leaned forward, clasping her knees with her hands, and with her eyes fixed on the distant heathland.
"East of the Shadows"
Mrs. Hubert Barclay