Les Hauts de Hurlevent

I've always loved that title! I was reading Wings Over Witchend recently, in which that admirable girl Peter opened her bedroom window before going to bed even though there was snow on the ground outside. We've gone soft. It is blowing gales here, especially at night, and we're on a hill with nothing between us and Dorchester. One of my bedroom windows has locked itself so that I can't shut it further than 'night vent'. So the wind (and rain) blow in. Brr.