Yorkshire Moors
The rugged moorland, windblown and wild leading on to an ancient forest, the trees warped with age, above which hangs an unexplainable presence, heavy and sad as if some distant memory has stained the land indelibly. The place abandoned by the local village, until one day, the shadowy frame of a woman can be seen, walking against the howling wind, her own sobs growing louder with the rising storm.
