I’ve just had an article published in the Quarterly Review. It focuses on the town of Queensbury which grew up around the Black Dyke Mills. Although Queensbury lies within sight of the city of Bradford, in Yorkshire, it’s high in the Pennines ; a strange soot blackened place not often visited by outsiders. The mill isn’t much used now although the company is still in operation, having downsized and moved into the city. This is a bleak landscape where biblical names for the surrounding hamlets abound. Just down the road is Thornton where the Bronte sisters were born. Queensbury is about 1200 feet above sea level, so this is Wuthering Heights country.