Vesna Armstrong Photography

  “He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up over head, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness. - - “Wuthering Heights”, Emily Brontë - Summer At The Brontë Parsonage Museum, Haworth Holden Park, Oakworth, Brontë Country  Walk To Ponden Kirk, Brontë Country Shady Walks On Hot Summer Days (Leeds and Brontë Country) Willowherb and graves at Haworth Churchyard  Summer Moorland Blooms

A Splendid Midsummer shone over England; skies so pure, suns so radiant as were then seen in long succession, seldom favour, even singly, our wave-girt land. It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South, like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion. The hay was all got in; the fields round Thornfield were green and shorn; the road white and baked; the trees were in their dark prime; hedge and wood, full-leaved and deeply tinted, contrasted well with the sunny hue of the clear meadows between. - Charlotte Brontë, "Jane Eyre" -      Early Summer Dusk, Haworth Churchyard  Somewhere near Halifax, Calderdale  Sunday morning on Haworth Main Street   Sunset Walk Around Haworth, Brontë Country Summer Around Haworth, Brontë Country Hoyle Syke Farm, Brontë Country