June 2026
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