Bridges, Brontes, and Unecessarily Tall Chickens

At the beginning of the month myself and Miss Aimson took our annual pilgrimage to Haworth.  This year we meant Miss Aimson's cousins there and had the night in the YHA.  The weather was amazing and we had some walks across the moors in the footsteps of Emily Bronte and Sylvia Plath.

I didn't take many photos:

But take my word for it, it was amazing.

Haworth seems to be set up for day-trippers: most places didn't open much before one o'clock, and most closed on the dot at five.  So if you stay there, and get up early, you can walk to Top Withens and back before anyone else is around, and have the moors to yourself.  We only met people on the way back, when we were nearly in Haworth.

Then we walked past the allotments and saw the unnecessarily tall chickens, before checking out the church (a bit boring really) and having lunch.  In Haworth there is the Bronte Parsonage, bookshops, an apothecary's shop, a couple of great galleries and some nice shops and cafes.  Quite a mini-trip really, unless you are going to do the walk to Top Withens.

p.s. another must is the grave of Pickles Parker, a particular favourite of ours.