Enjoying retirement
In The Red Rose County
Haworth is just over the moors from here, so off we went to encounter more fog than we have see for 50 years. A very atmospheric drive you could say. Haworth is of course usually crammed with tourists. Not so today. For our exercise we undertook a walk around the town..........or I should say up and down the town. The cottages, all stone of course, were all well looked after, very solid, and the pubs and shops were virtually 'tat-free' which was great. In fact the local Guide stresses that Haworth is getting a name for itself as a haven for independent businesses of quality. And Haworth is just far enough from London not to care what happens there! The extra quarter of a mile makes a difference..... Of course we had to visit the church and school (seen below). Patrick - the Bronte father, was curate at the church, and he built the school in 1832 and all his children taught there. But the Pennine village where the Bronte sisters grew up and lived was then a crowded industrial town, polluted, smelly and wretchedly unhygienic. Although perched on the edge of open country, high up on the edge of Haworth Moor, the death rate was as high as anything in Liverpool or Bradford, with 41 per cent of children failing even to reach their sixth birthday. The average age of death was just 24. And whilst obviously we couldn't visit it today, the Parsonage where the Brontes lived looked lovely and peaceful.... Haworth, certainly a place to come back to. We didn't walk far but the streets were very steep. Even the riders in the Tour De France thought so!
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