It was my second time in Haworth. I didn’t remember it as such a touristy place. The main street climbing towards the Brontë’s Parsonage was full of tourist shops. My last time in Haworth was some 12 years ago and I wonder if I just don’t remember it as it was, or if it has changed a lot over the last decade.
Anyway, as soon as you get to the cemetery and to the house, you forget about tourists. I have rarely seen such a “crowded” cemetery. The tombs huddle together making it difficult to move around.
The house where the Brontë sisters grew up and lived is quite interesting and situated near the moor and the cemetery, making for a thoroughly gloomy atmosphere.
I have already posted this photo at Claude’s Daily Snap, but it’s my favourite.
Has anyone heard from Lucy at Golden Lucy’s Spiral Journal?
No post since August 22nd. I miss her humour.