Whinny Moor
Blake Morrison, 2 April 1987
“... and original sources, to land on the fell road under Pinhaw beside the steamed-up hatchback of a Ford. The driver’s window opened as I stood there. ‘Tha’ll catch thi death – get in an warm thisen’ said the heathery face, open, bloodshot, leaning across to unlock the other door. I limped around and took my seat beside him, cupping my bones about ... ”