Ailsa’s travel photo challenge: Wild

“Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr Heathcliff’s dwelling, ‘Wuthering’ being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there, at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind, blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few, stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun.”

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

Wuthering is the word that played in my head one day in May as I walked along the cliffs beside the Mediterranean, in winds strong enough to blow me over the edge.  I was alone up here for half an hour until defeated by howling gusts. The wilder the wind blew, the more scenes I recalled from Brontë novels where heroines wander in windy places.  This isn’t the English moors, but these cliffs gave me nonetheless a Gothic taste of desolation with a hint of fear.  At least on the moors there is no jagged edge to tumble over.

Schist cliffs, Mediterranean, between Colliour and Port-Vendres
Schist cliffs, Mediterranean, between Collioure and Port-Vendres, France
Schist cliffs between Collioure and Port-Vendres, France
Schist cliffs between Collioure and Port-Vendres, France

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3 Replies to “Ailsa’s travel photo challenge: Wild”

  1. They have been showing some of the old films and series of this story on a cable channel…still enjoyable after all these years.. better than the modern remakes. I think black and white makes it more believable,, Tehee! 😉

  2. Yeah, I agree that the old films of Wuthering Heights are better, certainly better than the most recent one which was hard to follow. I couldn’t even understand the speech. But perhaps that was the point, to make them speak in the dialect that Emily Brontë wrote for them.

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