An afternoon stroll around Withens Clough reservoir with Jen. There was a pleasant, light rain: so light as to not make us wet, but sufficient to cool us down. Canada geese honked across the water. A gentle breeze stirred the grasses at the side of the path. And that was about it. We had the place pretty much to ourselves, seeing only one other couple out walking their dog.
The ruined farm with its lone tree at the head of the valley looked as atmospheric as always. Very Wuthering Heights, although the supposed inspiration for Emily Brontë’s trainwreck-masterpiece is another Withens, Top Withens, several miles away across the moors.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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