The little village of Haworth is complete with cobblestone streets and quaint shops. Lots of antiques with vintage clothing.
The Moors.........


This bridge is 1000 years old...

This bridge is 1000 years old...
Monday (our P Day) we took another little trip that loosened some memories of years gone by when I read Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and saw myself galloping across the Moors on a white steed.....running to and from love.....!
Well, it wasn't quite like that -- no white horse -- no running to and from love -- nevertheless it was Bronte Country complete with Moors.
And we did head out across the moors -- on foot -- wandering among the sheep and feeling the wind in our faces.
It was a spectacular day. We are having unseasonable weather.
April was the dryest month on record.
Not good for farmers but great for us.
We visited two little villages -- Wycoller and Haworth.
Both drip with charm
Both are filled with remnants of the Bronte family.
I think some of your photos are missing from your post. :(
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