
Tow Law, a grey stone village on the edge of the moors, seems at first sight a pleasant enough place in which to live. During the winter the winds are keen, and the roads often impassable with snow, but on a fine day the inhabitants can revel in the view of many miles of pleasant country. As a sole occuptation this is apt to become monotonous, and for the last ten years for each man working in this village another has stood idle. The winds are keener when clothes are scarce, snow has less attraction when boots are old, and long walks over the moors on an empty stomach lose much of their original charm.
Newsom/Pit, 1936
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