What an honour it was to be featured on someone else’s blog last week! Blogger Paxton Allewell just started a new travel site called New Yorker At Heart and, given my foray into New York tourism (I’ve been there four times, but I consider myself far more of an advanced expert due to repeated viewings of the Saturday Night Live opening credits as a kid) he thought he may as well interview me.
I know it was this photo that sealed the deal. So THERE, fanny pack haters!!!
I can’t stop thinking about my trip to Haworth last November. It was damp, chilly and dark. I was almost oppressed by the stark openness of the moor, swallowed by the solitude.
People think winter is the worst time to visit Britain, but I beg to differ. Give me rain over blistering sunshine any day. Give me contemplative silence over yapping crowds. Give me slick cobblestones, blazing wood fires and earthy smells.
I’m not a particular fan of the Brontes (although I did digest Wuthering Heights when I was there – it’s required reading) but to know that they inhabited this landscape did add to its mystique. The sisters lived in the parsonage, overlooking the fast-filling cemetery, never knowing how soon they, too would be taking a dirt nap there.
Instead of going on and on, I’m going to let you feel the stillness of Haworth like I did: