It’s summer: the perfect time of the year for a sunny saunter through the very heart of Wuthering Heights country.

We will trip through hallowed Haworth on the trail of the Bronte family, stopping at the most disturbing locations to read aloud, in a chilly voice, the most disturbing extracts from Emily Bronte’s unsurpassable novel...like this.

“…My fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in—let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself.

'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly.“

When we get to the main church we will be “beseeching the Lord to remember the patriarchs Noah and Lot, and, as in former times, spare the righteous, though he smote the ungodly”.

Eventually we will settle on the very edge of the wild and windy moors and to protect ourselves from the unholy spirits repair to the nearest hostelry.