I tried to imagine the Bronte's roaming across the moors with the wind and rain bearing down on them, sheltering in the ruins and dreaming great things.
"Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr Heathcliff's dwelling. `Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed; one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun."Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
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Glad to see you out walking again; maybe we can do another gorge this year (not!)
So did you eat the choccy bar or leave it for the return journey???
Luv u.
Sis
xxx
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