A moor is a broad tract of open land, often high but poorly drained, with patches of heath and peat bogs. Of the heather moorland in the United Kingdom, most of it lies in North Yorkshire, Wales, Cumbria and Dartmoor (with some moorlands in the far West Country in the county of Cornwall). For further information about moors, see: http://www.moorlandassociation.org/. ...
Heroic husband took me to see Pride & Prejudice last night. Lovely. J. Austen knows what she sees. Any good 19th century British Novel has at least one scene on the moor--in the case of P&P, as we all know one of the leading ladies (Jane) catches a cold on the moor due to her mother's strategic planning, another (Elizabeth) has a lovely dawn proposal on the moor following many rants and raves also on the moor, often during or preluding a rainstorm. I'm not sure if British Lit would amount to much of anything without its moors. It is best to wander the moor if you are angry or insane, at night or during a rainstorm, and with a wild look. A long white nightgown is good, or broken shackles. My dear friend MM and I both read our Bronte (coincidentally and unassigned) the same year in high school, and the hilarious result was that we wrote the same story for our English class, featuring lots of moors with all their results. I guess you can't get enough of moor.
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Oh my goodness this is fascinating... Mrs. J, what was the story???? You all see that I need my soulmate and best friend ever for sustaining my own self-awareness and memories... not that those are nearly as interesting as the stories we produced together...remind please!
Something about two children & much heather and nostalgia. Yours was better. You used the phrase "dancing apparitions."
Wow, what a wonderful thing, these moors. Sometimes, I daydream as if I was a tall, Mr. Darcy-esque character, wandering the moors in my long coat and nice boots. Looking for my lovely wife.... and then I find her in her nightgown (because it's an unwritten rule that damsels must wander the moors in nightgowns).
with a wild look, don't forget.
Hello, you two cool it in the cybersphere. I am dying to find that story now. I cant tell you how much I love it that you remember such phrases. I used one of yours yesterday, at friend's wedding- the groom didnt cry like Mr. J at wedding, which was disappointing- and I quote, "it's always a miracle."
There WAS the story about the Heather-girl and the Andrew-boy on the beach; weak boy, strong girl. Problematic. Dreamt about the McCauleys last night, I was so spent trying to remember the story line....
s is always s too-
That was it--maybe yours didn't have the moors/but we both had the Bronte thing going on--much better than 5 strands though I have to say.
SO Bronte. The poor five strands. They are more Austen. Oh dear- (did you know Em Ern is getting married?)
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