By Withins Height

We're sitting here trying to remember the gist of the story of Cathy and Heathcliffe* and failing miserably.

The far-reaching views are serving to distract us from our poor knowledge of classic English literature. Having not pitched until gone sundown (because that's when we arrived, not because we waited for dark), as I type this the view has become one of a sea of twinkling street lights.

It's not a bad place to be on a Friday night and it wasn't a bad walk to get here. More to follow after we get home.


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