tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503612619976498745.post4786943438163530156..comments2023-05-15T08:59:06.870+01:00Comments on Bronte Weather Project: MelancholyRebecca Chesneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04276540230090843556noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503612619976498745.post-48351527233750522292011-11-14T18:59:27.679+00:002011-11-14T18:59:27.679+00:00Your project brings to mind an excerpt from my 198...Your project brings to mind an excerpt from my 1988 journal, written after my hike up to Top Withins: "Throughout the walk I was locked in a good natured battle of wits with the weather. For several hours there was only the uncanny sound of the wind, and the distant bleating of unseen sheep, coupled with a sense of utter isolation as I turned and saw nothing but moorland in every direction. And then, without warning, the sky blackened with swirling clouds and a pelting rain that stung my face and hands. But in the time it took to slip into my rain coat, the wind had pushed the sky clear and the sun was beaming again."Haworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03674542285398289771noreply@blogger.com