Happy 200th Birthday Branwell Bronte; June 16th, 1817.
We were fortunate enough to be able to have a celebratory breakfast in the room where Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell Bronte were actually born. Many years ago we visited the place and at that time it was the home of a novelist. She was happy to take us on a tour of the small house in Thornton where Rev Bronte was an assistant minister. This was before the family moved to Haworth.
A pot of Darjeeling came with its own timer!
Inside the Bronte Birthplace. It’s now a cafe.
We were served some delicious pastries
The place was being painted.
The railway viaduct near Thornton
A late lunch in Wetherspoon’s pub in Brighouse. Originally this was a Methodist chapel, and the organ and pews in the balcony are preserved.
I had to sample this beer – in honour of all the Bobs in my life!
Driving back on’t tops
Instead of ‘designer Zales’ we found ‘designer bales’ just outside Mytholmroyd.
First we had coffee at Sauce in Hebden Bridge’s Town Square. There were lots of people around since today is the beginning of the week-long Arts festival. This year the theme is Hebden Water.
At the bus stop waiting to catch the bus to Haworth we got into conversation with this wonderful gentleman.
I’m not sure what the Bronte family would have made of the ’60’s weekend in their home village of Haworth but Sarah and I had a good time. The Black Bull was Branwell’s favorite haunt when he was living at home in The Parsonage. The apothecary which supplied him with laudanum which brought about his early death at the age of 31 is still there. We had lunch in a cafe that had to close just after we were served because they were too busy to serve customers in a timely manner!
Then we headed for the church where the Brontes were buried, the parsonage where they lived and the school where they taught the local village children. A wedding was being held in all those venues. Here’s the beautiful bride leaving the photo shoot on the Parsonage steps and heading to the school (that Patrick built for Charlotte to teach in) for the wedding reception.
(Above) A Muscovy duck welcomes visitors to the Visitors’ Centre.
(Above) Stoodley Pike is visible from all of Calderdale. Last year I bought a postcard of the monument and I’ve looked at it every day when I opened the fridge. Today, with Sarah’s encouragement we climbed to the Pike and ascended to the viewing tower. 6 miles and 50 storeys.
(Above) I sang ‘sheep may safely graze’ to these sheep but for some reason they didn’t seem too impressed.
(Above) Ancient gateposts above Withins reservoir, and yes, the water really was that colour.
(Above) Journal writing in The Lord Nelson at Luddendenfoot. This was the favourite tavern of Branwell Bronte. He wrote some of his poetry in this pub, and drank many a pint when he was working as a railway clerk at Luddenden station
(Above). A much-deserved pot of tea in the Lord Nelson after our strenuous hike to Stoodley Pike
Through the bartender in the White Lion in Heptonstall we managed to connect with with these three current residents of Lilly Hall, Heptonstall. My great great great grandparents lived there in 1841 and though William died in 1837 Sally, his wife, gave birth to a baby girl, Elizabeth Ann three years later! Over the course of this last year I have discovered that Elizabeth Ann’s father was, in fact, James Wrigley, the man who lived in the other half of Lilly Hall. The Hall, probably built around 1770 is currently divided into 4 dwellings. We arranged to meet the current owners at Quiz Night in the White Lion – which began at 9:30 p.m and finished at 11:15 – a long day out!
Picnic on’t’top, Soodley Pike. Ah, a British summer!
Attending a meeting of the Ted Hughes society. They are currently planning the 2018 festival to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the former poet laureate’s death. Two of the attendees are Literature professors at Huddersfield University, one of my alma maters.
Family connections? I have both Barracloughs and Gledhills in my ancestry.
Warley Town’s museum provided a lot of useful information- honestly
Home of Joseph Crossley who developed the largest carpet factory in the world. Several of my ancestors worked there
Heading for the Gibbet, last used in the 19th century