Final round-up from Howarth. I have had to rest up today as I have some sort of lurgy and just HAD to have a sofa day. I am hoping I can sleep it off (having slept for an hour at lunch time and another nap after tea). Anyway, this is the walk up from the bottom of Haworth and the wonderfully atmospheric railway station.
Below: I couldn't resist a nod to my Devon roots!
Above : looking across the valley to what must have been cheap tenement housing in Victorian times. Below: better housing came later.
The wonderful Apothecary's Shop close to the Black Bull Inn, and full of all sorts of delightful things to spend your money on. I, meanwhile, was wondering how much they had paid to buy the fabulous old Chemists' jars and amazing mahogany Dispensary cabinet and drawers. Those didn't come cheap!
The church - although the one standing in the Bronte's time was ripped down and rebuilt by the Vicar who followed Patrick Bronte.
A sad ending . . .