Tobias suddenly remembered his companion. "Oh. Oh, aye it is," he snapped out of it. "This area is real pleasant in summer, at least I think it is." And he was glad that at least someone seemed to agree. There was something nostalgic about the sweet air and buzzing sounds all around him, pleasant memories of long summer days spent exploring the moors when he was a boy.

The church bells could be heard from Castleton village, which was now visible ahead of them. "Did you live in the countryside, before you came to Whitby?"