'I listen on the wind for Cathy's lament and look through the stoned windows for ghostly signs of Heathcliff on the moor, but it's too sunny, the only sounds of rippling grass and skylarks frolicking..."
"Back on the Pennine Way and up the valley to Malham Cove, if anything more impressive than the Scar. It's as if the mountainside has been sliced away by giant hand, leaving a single towering cliff face..."
"The water I could deal with. But the wind ups the stakes. On the moor there's little shelter: no trees, no hedges, few walls – just this solitary walker taking the full force of the Pennine crosswind..."
"You can stand on one of the fine Cheviot viewpoints – Cairn Hill say – and see no sign of civilisation bar a far-off forestry plantation or two: just grassy hills that roll on and on into distant grey..."