the Brontë Sisters: nature around Haworth

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dinsdag 24 maart 2020

Let's walk together. though Bronte County.

BBC Radio- Haworth Ramblings Walking through Time

Hi people

How are you doing?

Everyone safe at home?

I found something very nice and interesting

Beside the walk above

There are much more walks to follow, sitting in our chair

Are you walking with me?

donderdag 17 oktober 2019

The Crow Hill bog burst.

On 2 September 1824, the bog on Crow Hill above Haworth suddenly burst, leading to a landslide and severe flooding. Branwell, Emily & Anne Brontë, caught in the deluge while walking on the moors, were forced to shelter in a farmhouse porch. Find out more from Principal Curator, Ann Dinsdale

Emily was inspired by the event.

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High Waving Heather

High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending,

Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;

Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,

Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,

Man's spirit away from its drear dongeon sending,

Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.

All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending

One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;

Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending,

Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,

Wider and deeper their waters extending,

Leaving a desolate desert behind.

Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,

Changing for ever from midnight to noon;

Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,

Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,

Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,

Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.

zondag 29 juli 2018

Top Withins, Oxenhope and the Alcomden Stones.

At Top Withins this afternoon

Taking in some of the fresh air at the Alcomden Stones, near Haworth

Oxenhope

Foto´s van Roger Smales

Beautiful views on Haworth's nature.

My lovely walk yesterday inspired me to write a poem

A Walk on the Moors

Maggie Gardener

Darkened clouds follow me
Dervish winds bite my soul
Dancing Rosebay point the way
Across the Haworth moor

Derelict farmsteads sad and lonely
Dream of life that used to be
Sheep now graze where man once toiled
Across the Haworth Moor

Streams and falls cast their spell
Becoming one with nature
You’re home at last they whisper
Across the Haworth Moor

I will show you my awesome power
You”ll hear the north wind moan
A thunder clap, a lightening strike
Across the Haworth Moor

I will herald the heavens opening
With rains and hailstone storms
To quench the thirsty landscape
Across the Haworth Moor

I thank you mother dearly
But I did already know
I did not need your guidance
To cross the Haworth Moor

zaterdag 24 maart 2018

Spring at the Bronte Bell Chapel

Bronte Bell Chapel

Everything going well in the Bronte bell chapel this morning. It feels like spring at last.

zondag 13 maart 2016

And then there is SPRING.

facebook/ Pictures of Patrick Bronte

Look, what a marvelous pictures

After all the rain and snow

there is

SPRING

zondag 15 november 2015

Beautiful pictures of the Haworth moors in autumn.

Autumn on the Haworth Moor heart-emoticon
Thanks to Vesna Armstrong © 2015

Over on the blog: vesnaarmstrong.blogspot.co.uk

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woensdag 29 juli 2015

Bronte Waterfall

Astrud Turner ‏@astrud_turner

Bronte Waterfall in #Haworth only drawback of it being a sunny day is that there wasn't much water!

zondag 18 januari 2015

facebook./photo.Paul Jones

In Holland it is grey and raining

but in Haworth there is SNOW

zondag 28 december 2014

Snow in Yorkshire and Haworth

BBC Look North (Yorkshire)

Big problems last night, stunning this morning.

Haworth Brontescapes

Mick Midgley‎I love Haworth and the Bronte Parsonage

zaterdag 11 oktober 2014

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower

"This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower, but it has stood through hardships none of them could bear: the cold rain of winter has sufficed to nourish it, and its faint sun to warm it; the bleak winds have not blanched it, or broken its stem, and the keen frost has not blighted it. Look, Gilbert, it is still fresh and blooming as a flower can be, with the cold snow even now on its petals. - Will you have it?" - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall facebook.

dinsdag 2 september 2014

The path leading from over Penistone hill and towards Top Withens

The path leading from the Bronte Parsonage Museum over Penistone hill and towards Top Withens (Wuthering heights) i know this album has been posted before but i'll be adding a few more pics soon

More stunning photo's here: Facebook

donderdag 10 juli 2014

July day

'He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy'. Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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vrijdag 25 oktober 2013

Autumn at the Parsonage

Look at the beautiful pictures on facebook/ Wuthering Hikes

zaterdag 31 augustus 2013

Walking with the taxidriver.

Great walk through Bronte Country

It is like you are walking there yourself

You will see the Parsonage, Black Bull, the Bronte waterfall and Bronte Bridge, great views on Top Withens

This is the website of “JR Hackney” otherwise known as “The Taxi Driver”.

The purpose of this website is to provide you with FREE information on a whole host of walks that we have undertaken and that we recommend to you to also undertake and enjoy.
If you take a look at our walks and click through to the walks that you are interested in you will find narrative, photographs and video clips for the walk you have selected.

walkingwiththetaxidriver/the-walks/west-yorkshire/

zondag 9 juni 2013

Haworth

Heather, harebells, lapwings, curlews and skylarks

ponden-kirk

The Yorkshire Post and Bronte blog alerts to yet another (unexpected and particularly stupid) threat to the Brontë country we know and love:

The moorland that inspired Wuthering Heights has remained untouched by time since the Brontë sisters visited its wild beauty in search of inspiration. But now the glorious carpet of heather is in danger of being usurped by invading flora planted by mourners who have scattered the ashes of loved ones on the moors. Penistone Hill, which features in Wuthering Heights as Penistone Crag, has become a focal point for those brooding on the loss of family and friends. As a high point above the former Brontë Parsonage at Haworth, it has long been a favourite spot for memorial benches. But it seems many are no longer content just to sit and reflect, or lay the odd wreath. They now turn up with trees, shrubs and flowers to plant on the moors. Problems have emerged as few are indigenous to Howarth - or moorland in general – and have been spreading through the landscape like wildfire.

The Brontë Society is concerned that - if left unchecked - the traditional flora such as heather and harebells so beloved by the sisters will be lost forever. The spread of foreign plants is also endangering the fragile habitats of moorland birds that the Brontës wrote about, such as lapwings, curlews, and skylarks.

Penistone Hill has a special place in the hearts of Brontë fans since it inspired the great romantic scene between Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon in the 1939 film. Members of the Brontë Society are so concerned for its future that they have teamed up with Bradford Council to create a memorial garden.

The aim is to draw the problem away from the moorland wilderness to the tidiness of Haworth Park - where council gardeners can contain the threat of alien spores. The heritage and conservation officer for the society, Christine Went, insisted the threat to the literary landscape and its sites of special scientific interest was very real. She said: “As far as we can tell from the Brontës correspondence the moors have changed very little since they walked upon them..”

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Bluebell flowers

""Much of the poems and writing on moorland themes and mentions include heather, harebells, lapwings, curlews and skylarks. “They are all still there - along with a lot of other species. So the last thing we want is non-indigenous species coming in and putting pressure on natural habitats.
“These include a great variety of mosses which are very delicate habitats. It would be so easy to upset the balance and wipe out whole species

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wuthering-heights.co.uk/locations/ponden-kirk
wuthering-heights.co.uk/locations/other-locations
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dinsdag 5 maart 2013

Spring is coming

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dinsdag 19 februari 2013

Bronte heritage put before green energy in key wind turbine ruling

These turbines at Ovenden Moor Wind Farm in Yorkshire are due to be replaced by ones twice the height of Nelson's Column Photo: ALAMY

The brooding West Yorkshire countryside that inspired classics such as Wuthering Heights has been protected from plans for more turbines because of the importance of the famous sister writers.

It is believed to be the first time the literary significance of an area has been put before the need for green energy.

It comes as the High Court will this week hear a separate case brought by leading heritage groups hoping to protect historic sites from wind farm development.

Bradford Council has rejected plans for a 15m turbine at Hardnaze Farm, Oxenhope, Keighley, less than two miles from Haworth, where Emily, Charlotte and Anne Bronte grew up.

Councillors ruled the scheme would do little to boost renewable energy – while creating a blot on Bronte Country. Read more on: .telegraph/Bronte-heritage-put-before-green-energy-in-key-wind-turbine-ruling /Moors-inspired-Wuthering-Heights-saved-wind-turbines-planners-consideration-literary-significance-area

dinsdag 20 november 2012

Beginning of the Moorland path above the Parsonage the Brontes would have taken across Penistone hill.

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Charlotte Bronte

Presently the door opened, and in came a superannuated mastiff, followed by an old gentleman very like Miss Bronte, who shook hands with us, and then went to call his daughter. A long interval, during which we coaxed the old dog, and looked at a picture of Miss Bronte, by Richmond, the solitary ornament of the room, looking strangely out of place on the bare walls, and at the books on the little shelves, most of them evidently the gift of the authors since Miss Bronte's celebrity. Presently she came in, and welcomed us very kindly, and took me upstairs to take off my bonnet, and herself brought me water and towels. The uncarpeted stone stairs and floors, the old drawers propped on wood, were all scrupulously clean and neat. When we went into the parlour again, we began talking very comfortably, when the door opened and Mr. Bronte looked in; seeing his daughter there, I suppose he thought it was all right, and he retreated to his study on the opposite side of the passage; presently emerging again to bring W---- a country newspaper. This was his last appearance till we went. Miss Bronte spoke with the greatest warmth of Miss Martineau, and of the good she had gained from her. Well! we talked about various things; the character of the people, - about her solitude, etc., till she left the room to help about dinner, I suppose, for she did not return for an age. The old dog had vanished; a fat curly-haired dog honoured us with his company for some time, but finally manifested a wish to get out, so we were left alone. At last she returned, followed by the maid and dinner, which made us all more comfortable; and we had some very pleasant conversation, in the midst of which time passed quicker than we supposed, for at last W---- found that it was half-past three, and we had fourteen or fifteen miles before us. So we hurried off, having obtained from her a promise to pay us a visit in the spring... ------------------- "She cannot see well, and does little beside knitting. The way she weakened her eyesight was this: When she was sixteen or seventeen, she wanted much to draw; and she copied nimini-pimini copper-plate engravings out of annuals, ('stippling,' don't the artists call it?) every little point put in, till at the end of six months she had produced an exquisitely faithful copy of the engraving. She wanted to learn to express her ideas by drawing. After she had tried to draw stories, and not succeeded, she took the better mode of writing; but in so small a hand, that it is almost impossible to decipher what she wrote at this time.

I asked her whether she had ever taken opium, as the description given of its effects in Villette was so exactly like what I had experienced, - vivid and exaggerated presence of objects, of which the outlines were indistinct, or lost in golden mist, etc. She replied, that she had never, to her knowledge, taken a grain of it in any shape, but that she had followed the process she always adopted when she had to describe anything which had not fallen within her own experience; she had thought intently on it for many and many a night before falling to sleep, - wondering what it was like, or how it would be, - till at length, sometimes after the progress of her story had been arrested at this one point for weeks, she wakened up in the morning with all clear before her, as if she had in reality gone through the experience, and then could describe it, word for word, as it had happened. I cannot account for this psychologically; I only am sure that it was so, because she said it. ----------------------She thought much of her duty, and had loftier and clearer notions of it than most people, and held fast to them with more success. It was done, it seems to me, with much more difficulty than people have of stronger nerves, and better fortunes. All her life was but labour and pain; and she never threw down the burden for the sake of present pleasure. I don't know what use you can make of all I have said. I have written it with the strong desire to obtain appreciation for her. Yet, what does it matter? She herself appealed to the world's judgement for her use of some of the faculties she had, - not the best, - but still the only ones she could turn to strangers' benefit. They heartily, greedily enjoyed the fruits of her labours, and then found out she was much to be blamed for possessing such faculties. Why ask for a judgement on her from such a world?" elizabeth gaskell/charlotte bronte

Poem: No coward soul is mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast Rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

-- Emily Bronte

Family tree

The Bronte Family

Grandparents - paternal
Hugh Brunty was born 1755 and died circa 1808. He married Eleanor McClory, known as Alice in 1776.

Grandparents - maternal
Thomas Branwell (born 1746 died 5th April 1808) was married in 1768 to Anne Carne (baptised 27th April 1744 and died 19th December 1809).

Parents
Father was Patrick Bronte, the eldest of 10 children born to Hugh Brunty and Eleanor (Alice) McClory. He was born 17th March 1777 and died on 7th June 1861. Mother was Maria Branwell, who was born on 15th April 1783 and died on 15th September 1821.

Maria had a sister, Elizabeth who was known as Aunt Branwell. She was born in 1776 and died on 29th October 1842.

Patrick Bronte married Maria Branwell on 29th December 1812.

The Bronte Children
Patrick and Maria Bronte had six children.
The first child was Maria, who was born in 1814 and died on 6th June 1825.
The second daughter, Elizabeth was born on 8th February 1815 and died shortly after Maria on 15th June 1825. Charlotte was the third daughter, born on 21st April 1816.

Charlotte married Arthur Bell Nicholls (born 1818) on 29th June 1854. Charlotte died on 31st March 1855. Arthur lived until 2nd December 1906.

The first and only son born to Patrick and Maria was Patrick Branwell, who was born on 26th June 1817 and died on 24th September 1848.

Emily Jane, the fourth daughter was born on 30th July 1818 and died on 19th December 1848.

The sixth and last child was Anne, born on 17th January 1820 who died on 28th May 1849.