Haworth, the home of the Brontes

A warm Yorkshire greeting

One Thursday morning in March I arrived in the characterful village of Haworth in West Yorkshire, having driven across the Pennine moors from the west. After admiring the surrounding countryside and moorland I dropped down into Haworth along some very narrow twisting lanes. The village centres around the cobbled Main Street which climbs up, quite steeply, from the valley below.

  

My first stop was a lovely café called No.10, situated at the bottom of the hill on Main Street. When I arrived it appeared to be closed but a sign in the window indicated that it should be open.  I pushed on the yellow door but it didn't budge, so I decided to take a look for another place for a cuppa.  There are a number of cafes on either side as you climb up the hill, plus pubs, the Fleece and the Black Bull.  There are plenty of art and craft shops selling creative pieces, pictures and cards too.

Main Street, Haworth

  

I returned to No. 10 to find it was now open and my friend was already inside having ordered tea and scones.  The owner, Claire, is a lovely lady, she asked whether we both wanted scones then offered to make a fresh batch for us since she had just had an order for some more from a neighbouring business. We sipped our tea, talked and waited for our scones. When they arrived, warm from the oven, we had clotted cream and apricot jam with one and home made lemon curd with the other. They were delicious.

Tourists outside the Black Bull pub

Afterwards I walked up the main street and took a peek at the Parsonage where the Bronte family lived, and the church, St Michael and All Angels, where Patrick Bronte served as minister.  

The Bronte Parsonage

The location of the gate between the Church and the Parsonage

With my back to the Parsonage gate this is the view of the church. A very short walk to work for Patrick!

St Michael and All Angels church, Haworth

Free range chickens wandered through the graveyard with chicks in tow and the sun shone on their feathers making them glow.

Chicks in the graveyard

Feathers glowing in the sunshine

If I had had more time I would have enjoyed browsing the shops and visiting the Bronte Parsonage Museum. 

Maybe another day..

Here's a link to the Bronte Parsonage Museum if you want to know more.

Bronte