Inside England: In the Land of the Brontës

March 8, 2018 at 9:07 am 6 comments

Brontë Sisters Statue

Location: Brontë Parsonage Museum, Haworth, West Yorshire, England
 
When I told the man behind the ticket counter where I was going, he looked a little bit amused.

“Haworth? Nothing much to see. It’s a waste of your time and money.”

I assumed he was only kidding, of course.

Haworth is a little village in West Yorkshire, England. It has been one of my dream destination fueled by a constant fascination with the Brontës, most especially Emily Brontë.

Haworth is about 215 miles from London. From London, I took the train to Leeds considered the Silicon Valley of the North. From Leeds, I took the bus to Keighley and then another bus to Haworth.

Belogradchik Rocks Belogradchik Rocks

Click any picture to enlarge
 
I stayed at the Ashmount B&B. I came in the off season, so it wasn’t surprising that I was the only guest. I learned that it was the former home of Amos Ingham, the physician who looked after Charlotte Brontë and her father, Patrick Brontë.

Haworth Downtown Haworth Downtown
Haworth Downtown Haworth Downtown
Haworth Downtown Haworth Downtown

Click any picture to enlarge
 
Haworth Downtown Main Street was like being transported back to the time of the Brontës. The buildings looked grey and presumably blackened by soot from unregulated coal-burning during the 19th century.

Click any picture to enlarge
 
I visited the Haworth Parish Church where members of the Brontë family were interred, except for Anne who was buried in Scarborough, North Yorkshire, to pay my respect. It should be noted that the church where Patrick Brontë preached was torn down and rebuilt in 1879 18 years after his death. Only parts of it and the tower survived.

Brontë Parsonage

 
When I went to the Parsonage, it was like I’d been there before. I felt a connection right away. It must be because I had read a lot about the Brontë family.

There were a few visitors, so I had more time going around and looking at family memorabilias on display with tender affection. Among other things, I found it really cool sitting on Emily’s favorite spot at the bottom of the stairs. I imagined a moment she and her sisters were having company and Aunt Branwell trying to amuse them by clicking her pattens whenever she passed by.

I enjoyed the visit very much. At the same time, I felt the need to apologize to the family for the intrusion even if it was only in my mind. Since they were very private folks, they must be horrified to see their former dwelling opened to the public.

The Moors The Moors
The Moors The Moors

Click any picture to enlarge
 
The trip wouldn’t be complete without going to the Yorkshire moors that the Brontës loved so well. It was such a desolate place and the gloomy and windy weather didn’t help brighten it a bit. But it didn’t matter. I was so excited to cover as much as I could. In the cold autumn air, I felt like Heathcliff pining for his beloved Catherine in Emily Brontë’s novel Wuthering Heights.

At 6 o’clock in the evening, I was ready to call it a night. I found one open eatery and all it served was pea soup and bread. Under the circumstances, I couldn’t be choosy.

At the Ashmount B&B, I slept upstairs in a bedroom with big windows. It must be the master bedroom as the bed was so large it swallowed me. The room was also very quiet that it spooked me. Fortunately, I didn’t see a ghost like Lockwood did in Wuthering Heights. I slept through the night without a hitch. I went back to London the following morning refreshed and ready to take on another adventure.

Advertisements

Entry filed under: Blogroll, weekly photo challenge. Tags: , , , , , , , .

Dumped Wordless Wednesday: A World War II Memorial

6 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Story of “Hope” – What's (in) the picture?  |  March 9, 2018 at 12:55 am

    […] Musings of a Random Mind Inside England: In the Land of the Brontës […]

    Reply
    • 2. plaridel  |  March 9, 2018 at 9:07 am

      chris:

      thanks for the pingback! much appreciated.

      Reply
  • 3. stenoodie  |  March 9, 2018 at 4:23 am

    Wow, great story! So well-written; it’s like I’m there with you! Glad you got to visit the Brontë’ home!

    Reply
    • 4. plaridel  |  March 9, 2018 at 9:06 am

      stenoodie:

      it was a blessing. thanks. 🙂

      Reply
  • 5. pierrmorgan  |  March 9, 2018 at 4:51 am

    Wonderful tour!

    Reply
    • 6. plaridel  |  March 9, 2018 at 9:06 am

      pierr:

      thank you. i’m glad you liked it.

      Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


From The Book Thief

i have hated the words and i have loved them, and i hope i have made them right.

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 1,975 other followers

Right Brain vs. Left Brain Test

In My Community

Recent Posts

Blog Stats

  • 116,301 hits
Flag Counter

%d bloggers like this: