This was a circular walk of about 9.6 miles,
which includes the distance between Haworth Village Top and our Hostel.




The famous ruins are at the highest (426 m) and most southerly point of our walk, and, as so often the case, the railway and Haworth Station sit close to the lowest point (176 m).




Here are some more figures if you are keen on that sort of thing!

The pictures on this page would not have been complete without this view of the Brontë Parsonage - gateway to the moors. (I think this picture fits here , although I actually took it two days before, on the day of our arrival. Admittedly, I don't think that the Parsonage changed substantially since then!)




Today, our walk leader sets the pace with a gusto!




This looks like "ye olde springboard" to hasten the descent to the valley below.




Lower Laithe Reservoir, which we shall circumnavigate, sits below us.




The lucky inhabitants of this residence can savour this moorland view throughout the year
- weather permitting.




And so to the Brontë Bridge. Thanks, Yvonna, for the picture, although I didn't quite have the chance to position myself more discretely among the assembled company!




And here is another picture of at least some of our group.




That's me, looking at ease as I grace the Brontë Seat. I didn't catch your name, but thanks for taking the picture! Did the Brontës ever relax on this seat so nicely hewn and weathered by nature? Indeed, were they impressed by the waterfall which carries their name and - in this view - is hiding up there behind the trees?




We forge ahead to the ruins.




On the way, a signpost announces directions to far corners of the moor.




We have reached the ruins ...




... and enjoy the view and some refreshment.




We are not alone: another party has got here before us!




We find that the Brontë Society has emphatically embedded a plaque in one of the old but well maintained walls, a plaque that proudly proclaims some literary "maybes" - not proven, you understand!




Going up the small hill behind the ruins of the farmhouse, shows how isolated the farmhouse and its occupants must have been. What sort of people were they? Where did they get their groceries?




The wide open expanse of the moors. Not a soul in sight.




We have had our fill, view- and refreshment-wise ...




... and are preparing for "lift-off".

The paucity of trees in the moorland landscape somehow makes them special. Here we pass one such lone tree, whose aged branches seem to guide us on our way.




Behind me, stands a strange statue-like stone pillar and the remnants of a storm-beaten drystone wall. All adds to the moorland effect.




Our walk leader leads his flock with a gusto and with determination.




We have reached Upper Heights farm and "civilisation".




We descend to Stanbury, with the Lower Laithe Reservoir beckoning us all the while.




We are heading for the dam on the far side of the reservoir and can see the path that will take us on a gentle but steady rise to Haworth Village top.




Before that, some of us stop to investigate the beverages which "The Friendly" pub in Stanbury has to offer the thirsty walker.




Some of us tarry in Haworth to look at the Parsonage, and then it's homewards via the prettily restored railway station. (OK, I took this picture two days before, but I think it fits here just fine.)

Here is another view of the "high-ceilinged" lounge with new-age William Morris style honeysuckle wall paper and potted plant. All made to give that feel of Victorian affluence.




The large lounge windows probably used to look out on to large gardens, but the new age, with its financial constraints had brought a housing estate within view. The residents of the housing estate have an equally close view of Edwin's villa.