• On the bus to Haworth. I didn’t know it at the time but I’m looking across the moor to Hardibutts Farm, now called Cross End farm which features prominently in William Grimshaw’s story
  • First thing I saw in Haworth. Which one is Rachel, and which one is Sarah?
  • Obviously me!
  • Those are real live mushrooms
  • Sitting in the Black Bull – Bramwell Bronte’s local. I’d just started reading ‘Where I used to play on the green’ by Glyn Hughes. It’s the story of William Grimshaw who was a minister at Haworth church before Patrick Bronte. What I didn’t know when I took this photo was that Grimshaw (apparently known to some as the “flogging preacher”) would forcibly round up patrons at The Black Bull during his church services and “encourage” them to join the service.
  • View from my seat in the Black Bull
  • The Old Sun is no longer shining – a victim of the pandemic?
  • Clad in my Everest hat – courtesy of Peter Hillary (son of Sir Edmund Hillary) via Rachel who travelled to Everest with him, and face mask made by 92 year old mother of the conductor of my symphonic wind band in Santa Cruz (courtesy of Sarah)
  • Wuthering Heights
  • Skateboarding in the bandstand in Haworth
  • i wonder who lives in Duck Hill
  • Finished sketch of my view from my table at The Black Bull