THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Over these ghosts of old prosperity and débris of an English industry that flourished before the Roman came, the winds blow bleak as the names of the old moorland mines.  What a harsh, queer music and what strange suggestion do these names contain!  By the Arkle Beck alone you will find Whaw and Booze and Racca Vein; what tragedy befell Windegg? What merriment came to Jingle-pot? Down the winds the grouse go sailing, in late summer to their fate.

Brown/Heart