Bronte Country

We said goodbye to Gillian and her husband John at Coneysthorpe and set out for a day in Bronte country. We reached Haworth at 10.30am and spent a couple of hours at the Bronte Parsonage Museum. It was wonderful to be in the home where Charlotte, Emily and Anne had grown up and written their novels.

Bronte Parsonage Museum

There was lots to see and read so it was lunchtime by the time we had seen everything. We had a quick snack of cheese and biscuits in the car and then set off to walk to the Bronte Bridge two and a half miles across the moors. The countryside close to Haworth was mainly green fields with stone walls and sheep but, as we walked further, it changed to steep hillsides of purple and pink heather with green ferns.

Heather on the moors

Farming country

Our walk ended at a stone bridge across the South Dean Beck which is known as Bronte Bridge. The weather was overcast and the walk gave us a feel for how bleak the moors could be - very evocative of Wuthering Heights.

Bronte Bridge

We spent the rest of the afternoon driving to Liverpool. It was fairly uneventful until we reached Hatton Garden, the street in the centre of the city where our apartment is situated. It turned out to be a one-way street and, what with the complicated city roundabouts and an unplanned drive through the tunnel under the Mersey and back, we spent a very stressful time trying to work out how to access it. But all is fine now as we organise ourselves in our very well-appointed apartment for the next four days in Liverpool.