Mooredge

There was a cottage high up and alone on the moor. It looked out through a dip. The view plunged down to the spread of the plain, or up into the width of the sky and the moving clouds.  It came up for sale. A man wanted to buy it but he hadn’t the cash, not nearly.  One day he was up there when he met another man. He also wanted to buy it but hadn’t enough. So now they live there together.