Right now I’m listening to wind and the rain on the window
and it’s making me remember one of my favourite reading spots. It was more of a
one off reading spot, but it was one of the wettest days I’ve ever seen, and we
had driven out to the moors above Haworth – true Bronte country and decided
that it wasn’t worth getting out of the car. So we sat there for a couple of
hours and read. I was reading Elizabeth Gaskell’s A Dark Night’s Work at the time, which is a collection of her short
stories that are well worth a read. Listening to rain lashing down on the roof
of the car, and the gloomy grey clouds rolling over the moors – what better
reading place could there be?
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