“Now and then we passed a hut or two, with neither window nor chimney, and the smoke of the peat fire rolling out at the door…”

Today I saw Claire Tomalin @edbookfest her biography of Charles Dickens is my favourite.

“…All the way, the road had been among moors and mountains with huge masses of rock, which fell down God knows where, sprinkling the ground in every direction, and giving it the aspect of the burial place of a race of giants. Now and then we passed a hut or two, with neither window nor chimney, and the smoke of the peat fire rolling out at the door. But there were not six of these dwellings in a dozen miles; and anything so bleak and wild, and mighty in its loneliness, as the whole country, it is impossible to conceive. Glencoe itself is perfectly terrible…” Dickens, July 1841

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