No Animal Is A Better Judge Of

And The Peace Which I Always Found In The Silence And Emptiness Of The Moors Filled Me Utterly

I Could Do Terrible Things To People Who Dump Unwanted Animals By The Roadside.

Cats Are Connoisseurs Of Comfort.

I Wish People Would Realize That Animals Are Totally Dependent On Us, Helpless, Like Children, A Trust That Is Put Upon Us.

And There Was That Letter From The Bramleys—that Really Made Me Feel Good. You Don’t Find People Like The Bramleys Now; Radio, Television And The Motorcar Have Carried The Outside World Into The Most Isolated Places So That The Simple People You Used To Meet On The Lonely Farms Are Rapidly Becoming Like People Anywhere Else. There Are Still A Few Left, Of Course—old Folk Who Cling To The Ways Of Their Fathers And When I Come Across Any Of Them I Like To Make Some Excuse To Sit Down And Talk With Them And Listen To The Old Yorkshire Words And Expressions Which Have Almost Disappeared.