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Not Wuthering Heights

Saturday 25th April 2020, 12.15pm (day 3,166)

Not Wuthering Heights, 25/4/20

Amongst the points of interest within walking distance of my house (honest, officer), there is this place, Top Withens, which sits way up on the moors overlooking Haworth, former home of the Brontë sisters. The plaque you can see on the wall here reads:

This farmhouse has been associated with ‘Wuthering Heights’, the Earnshaw home in Emily Brontë’s novel. The buildings, even when complete, bore no resemblance to the house she describes, but the setting may have been in her mind when she wrote of the moorland setting of the Heights. (This plaque has been placed here in response to many inquiries.)

In other words then, here we have a building that vaguely resembles a place in a novel. And that’s all.

But because popular opinion has it that Top Withens is Wuthering Heights, the structure, though abandoned for more than a hundred years, has been preserved as a ruin.  Left alone it would surely have collapsed by now but the walls are carefully cut and mortared together, as gone or complete, it would not be worth what it is to the Haworth tourist trade as it is in this half-life state.

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Permitted exercise

Saturday 11th April 2020, 11.05am (day 3,152)

Above Haworth, 11/4/20

This family are doing the sensible thing, as was I this morning. Our overall physical and mental health is vital and needs care. No social distancing guidelines have been violated in the creation of this photograph. And yes, it’d probably be nicer if the shrub wasn’t there, but you can’t have everything.

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Geoff, the falcon

Sunday 27th October 2019, 2.10pm (day 2,985)

Peregrine, 27/10/19

When we arranged to go to Haworth this lunchtime to celebrate Clare’s birthday (a day late) I did not expect that this would also lead to coming face to face with this very handsome creature. Not to mention several other of his fellow raptors — owls, mainly — in a marquee in the pub beer garden. A photographic opportunity too good to miss. This peregrine falcon is called Geoff, apparently. I wonder how he feels about that.

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Joe gets a suit

Sunday 3rd March 2019, 1.00pm (day 2,747)

Suit buying, 3/3/19

Tomorrow — or today as I post, that is, 4th March — is Joe’s 16th birthday, so it’s about time he made a reappearance here as it’s been nearly four months (12th November) since he featured. As one of his birthday gifts today we bought him a new suit, as it’s getting to that point in life where some form of occasional sartorial elegance will do one no harm. Eventual choice not pictured here, but he does look dapper in it. I know I would say that, of course.

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Hat shop, Haworth

Sunday 11th January 2015, 2.15pm (day 1,235)

Hat shop, 11/1/15

We went to Haworth for a Sunday out but the weather was pretty foul so it was a day to spend time indoors. Nobody wanted a hat, particularly. But check out the freaky eyes on this dummy.

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Apothecary, Haworth

Monday 26th August 2013, 2.35pm (day 732)

Apothecary, 26/8/13

I was born on 26/8/69, so today was my 44th birthday. It was thrice blessed, being also a public holiday in the UK, and finally, a hot and sunny late summer’s day. We went to Haworth – as indeed did about ten thousand other tourists, but somehow the place seems to fit them all in without collapsing into some kind of over-commercialised netherworld; I like Haworth, in fact. Of course one cannot escape the Brontë references, even in this store, though the present owners are almost apologetic in pointing out that the main contribution it makes to literary history is that it’s the place where Bramwell Brontë once bought his opium.

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Joe in bookshop, Haworth

Saturday 8th October 2011, 2.10pm (day 44)

Joe, Haworth bookshop, 8/10/11

Joe shows his opinion of being asked to hang out in a bookshop. Though I think he did leave with some Dr Who novelization and a ‘Horrible Histories’ paperback so it wasn’t all bad news for him.

I like Haworth, it teeters very close to the edge of being completely twee, but there are interesting things to be found in the shops and at least it isn’t some corporate hellhole. Bizarrely, we were doing Christmas shopping here: yes, I know it’s two and a half months early…

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