…but the sky is empty

Finally, we went to pretty, tiny, Hebden Bridge (lesbian capital of Britain) one day, climbed up to the village above - Heptonstall - to visit Sylvia Plath's grave (festooned with gifts from miserable acolytes and vandalised by those who wanted the 'Hughes' removed, given that their relationship - and his behaviour - is what led her to suicide (the same happened to Assia Wevill, for whom Hughes eventually left Plath, when she in turn killed herself).

Then the Map Twats went sledging.