The bleak Pennine moors of Yorkshire is a beautiful, harsh place close to the sky, rugged and rough, no boundaries 'cept the horizon, which, in some places, went on forever. Green pastures and wayward hills are in the colors of ochre, brown, and pink in the spring. Green squares divided the land on one side of the lane and on the other. Sheep with thick wool and dark snout dotted the hills and dales. One-room cruck house cottages are scattered, smoke...