Blackburn is a town of hills. It's a large valley. At its lowest point winds the burn that gave the town its name and once in the dim past its banks would have been lined with cotton mills fed by the dark waters. Now the mills are gone but the town lives on. The outer skirt of farms that fed and clothed the town's workers are now converted homes and new housing has washed past them. Still further up the slopes of the valley are hills and moors. There are other towns here. Most hours of the day you wouldn't even know they were there. If you wait long enough or are privy to the inhabitants' hours of business you'll surely see them though. They'll feed and play and watch for danger.