I live about 20 minutes drive from where it was written
The landscape of the moors is etched into my soul. Both the Yorkshire moors of Wuthering Heights and the Saddleworth Moors that lie outwards of Manchester. I know I am home when I see their stark and unforgiving beauty. The drive across the Pennines from my current home to the town I grew up in has moorland stretching out from both sides of the motorway. Bleak and dangerous. I love them.