THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Howl Moor did not get its name for nothing.  Dark masses of cloud suddenly foregather over the sombre Howes and storms of tropical violence break out with little warning.  If you have the misfortune to be on the tops in such a deluge, you begin to appreciate something of the savage nature of these wild uplands.  The winter gales roar over the moors with demonic fury; there is nothing kind about the moors then; only elemental violence; sleet that slashes your face like a flail and a wind that can lift you off your feet.

Brown/Acres, 1948