i may have mentioned this particular excursion before. . .
poor old brontes. i am reading a collection of their letters at the moment (got for 5 pounds on special), which is very interesting, especially in comparision to mrs gaskell's work. i can also picture the rooms they're writing about. i think i'll read 'agnes grey' next, it's been ages. and 'the virgin in the garden' again, cos just finished 'elizabeth the queen'. and then backwards through alison weir's work.
anyway, haworth. this is the parsonage:they also had a little musuem and we had a nice chat with the very talkative woman in the gift shop.
it is not as desolate as it was (as well as cram full of tourists), but you can still see, especially with the graveyard all round. we went for a bit of a wander through the surrounds:
this is the pub down the street that branwell drank at:
and this is the YHA we were staying in:
caroline tells me it's quite common for old mansions to be used as YHAs or hostels, if they're too old to be knocked down but not old or special enough to be a tourist attraction. there was the most fabulous wallpaper and cherubs on the ceilings.
and thus, haworth. it was cold and windy and raining, which felt right, and i feel very special to have been there.