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  From my first walk on Brow Moor after moving to Haworth, Brontë Country last month. The moor lies high above my house and is a lesser known, but equally beautiful moor of Haworth. Emily must have know this moor too, and I wonder if she liked to roam around here as well, or preferred to stick to Haworth moor.

  “The Autumn day its course has run – the Autumn evening falls, Already risen the Autumn moon gleams quiet on these walls, And Twilight to my lonely house a silent guest is come, In mask of gloom through every room she passes dusk and dumb. Her veil is spread, her shadow shed o’er stair and chamber void, And now I feel her presence steal even to my lone fireside, Sit silent Nun – sit there and be, Comrade and Confidant to me.” ~ Charlotte Brontë ~

  “Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day.” ~ Emily Brontë ~

  "There is a spot 'mid barren hills Where winter howls and driving rain But if the dreary tempest chills There is a light that warms again The house is old, the trees are bare And moonless bends the misty dome But what on earth is half so dear -  So longed for as the hearth of home? The mute bird sitting on the stone, The dank moss dripping from the wall, the garden-walk with weeds o'ergrown I love them - how I love them all!"  ~ Emily Brontë, "A Little While" ~                                   

  "She stands outside A book in her hands, "Her name is Cathy", she says "I have carried her so far, so far Along the unmarked road from our graves I cannot reach this window Open it, I pray." But his window is a door to a lonely world That longs to play. Ah Emily. Come in, come in and stay. ~ Kate Bush, 2018 ~ Looking for Emily Stone took me for an exhilarating walk on remote and for me hitherto undiscovered moorland. It was a perfect time of the year for a hike to the stone with purple heather in full bloom and moody light from the rain threatening sky. Emily Stone is a natural rock, part of Ogden Kirk, inscribed with the above poem by Kate Bush, English singer-song writer. The stone was unveiled in 2018, the year of Emily's bicentenary birthday, and also the 40th anniversary of the release of Kate Bush's single "Wuthering Heights", which was inspired by Emily's novel of the same title.  In Victorian times -  the time the Brontës lived i...

It  was a very warm summer day; one of those rare scorchers here in Yorkshire, and the last of my three days stay in the beloved Haworth. To keep cool I chose a shady short walk to Long Bridge, one of my top three favourite spots in the whole of Brontë Country.   Apart from a couple of walkers passing by I had this magic, idyllic place entirely to myself with only some cute sheep and their lambs for company. I lingered here for a good couple of hours having a most enjoyable, mindful time immersing myself in nature, reading a book, and of course, doing a bit of photography. 

 Wandering around the old streets of Thornton, a village near Bradford, where my perpetual muses, the literary Brontë Sisters were born at the beginning of 19th century, I stumbled upon a little heaven on earth which is Sapgate Community Gardens . It is a gorgeous nature spot with beautiful elevated views  where the locals plant whatever they fancy for everyone's enjoyment. The gardens are a precious gem every village should have, especially in today's climate where an urgent need has arisen for humankind to reclaim its connection and appreciation of nature in order to preserve itself.  "Plant like your life depends on it, for it does." ~ Colette O'Neill, Bealtaine Cottage ~

  I have been walking Haworth and Stanbury Moors in Brontë Country for many years now, but I have never had or seized a chance to be there on a beautiful summer sunset evening until last week. Oh my, the magic of it makes me want to witness the beauty as many times as possible in the future. On this particular occasion the sunset may have not been as spectacular as it can possible be, but nevertheless, the experience of being on those bleak hills as the sun was slowly slipping below the horizon bathing the landscape in warm, soft glow mingled with blue fading light was simply sublime.  Etsy Shop

  "The evening sun was sinking down On low green hills and clustered trees It was a scene as fair and lone As ever felt the soothing breeze" ~Emily Jane Brontë~ Etsy Shop