When Moor Is Less!

I'm back home after a few days in Bronte country. On embarking on this morning's return sojourn, my whiff of a Wuthering Heights experience became enhanced further by the sinister gothic mist enveloping West Yorkshire moors of higher terrain. This predominantly grey canvas bequeathing visions similar to the menacing sights of moor side scenery ominously... Continue Reading →

Out On The Wiley, Windy Moors

I'm jotting down this particular life chronicle close to Haworth, West Yorkshire. My aesthetic companions the same moors which, in the 19th century, inspired the Bronte sisters literary classics. Charlotte, Emily and Anne's father Patrick the Anglican rector of the nearby village. It's unlikely my writing in this unspoilt area of the Pennine Hills will... Continue Reading →

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