Graveyard at the Parsonage
Brontë Village--touristy, but cute
I was so tempted to yell "Heathcliffe!!!"
Seriously??? The weather was ridiculous...
Pathway between the Parsonage and Penistone Hill
Farmland around the Parsonage--note the classic stone fencing
Parsonage on the right with Church in the background and school on the left
Plaque at the school saying Charlotte taught there
The Parsonage and graveyard
Penistone Hill and the moors--all that low brown vegetation is heather
Other than that telephone pole, this is so what the moors looked like in Emily Brontë's time
Views from the village looking towards Keighley
Another shot of the graveyard, Parsonage and school
Just behind the Parsonage, at the gate leading towards the farmland
Now that my money’s all sorted out, I finally was able to go to
The bus stop to Keighley (where you connect for
I had to check out Penistone Hill because of the literary reference and it completely lived up to my expectations. The weather was just as bad as it sounds in
I had a late lunch at The Fleece, a pub just down the street. It’s old and classic and they serve a really good local ale, Timothy Taylor’s. After all that walking in the cold wind and rain, I was craving some heavy pub grub. I finally understand English cuisine. It’s not about lack of ingredients or creativity—it’s all down to the climate. When it’s cold, nothing hits the spot like some gravy-laden meat and veg. I had steak and ale pie (made with that Timothy Taylor ale), which was much better than I’d ever had before. The steak and ale were in a shallow dish and the puff pastry was just set on top, and my chips and veg weren’t soaked with gravy (unlike at O’Neill’s, which I love, but really?)
All in all, I had a great time. I wouldn’t have wanted perfect weather—this was much more authentic.