We set off quite early for Howarth where the Bronte sisters parsonage is housed and we had some misty weather over the Yorkshire Moors to accompany us. Seemed appropriate given the fact that the writing styles of the famous sisters is considered by most to be quite dark and depressing.
We got there and what greeted us was a little village which seemed to have frozen in time.
We got a private tour of the facility by one of the curators of the museum and she shared with us some unseen and rare artifacts of the Bronte family which are not only priceless but also gave a good glimpse into the lives and times of the family. Right from the father, Patrick to the brother Branwell. Who were equally talented in their own right but never gained the fame of the sisters.
After an enriching couple of hours at the museum, we decided to have a spot of lunch at the quaint village market eatery before heading back to Manchester
The drive back through the hilly roads was equally picturesque and winding. With the rolling hills and the little sheep dotting the landscape till we hit the motorway, we did not feel the rigors of the drive. Even though Simon was driving :-)
Manchester was ready to reveal it's rich heritage to us by the time we got back. Starting with the John Reynolds Library and it's amazing Gothic architecture.
We took a walk around the bustling city and realized that it is not given it's due credit for the rich cultural heritage and is often only associated with the industry that it supports.
By this time of course we had had a long day and we were ready to put up our poor little feet. 10 days of constantly being on our feet is taking it's toll. I daresay, there is more in store for us. I promise myself to keep going at this journey. Hungry for more.
We got there and what greeted us was a little village which seemed to have frozen in time.
The drive back through the hilly roads was equally picturesque and winding. With the rolling hills and the little sheep dotting the landscape till we hit the motorway, we did not feel the rigors of the drive. Even though Simon was driving :-)
Manchester was ready to reveal it's rich heritage to us by the time we got back. Starting with the John Reynolds Library and it's amazing Gothic architecture.
By this time of course we had had a long day and we were ready to put up our poor little feet. 10 days of constantly being on our feet is taking it's toll. I daresay, there is more in store for us. I promise myself to keep going at this journey. Hungry for more.
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