blow wind blow

and oh, did it blow...

we're in haworth today, on the yorkshire moors... my idea to come here, part of my overdose of english literature as a child

        

it isn't so much that i am a huge bronte fan, as a fan of the land she wrote about

and of course the yorkshire of james herriot's tales

yesterday we did a two mile hike through fields, hopping the stiles and walking along the stone fences - the land access laws help to make all that possible...

so much fun climbing over these...

                                     ...

streams and old stone bridges dotted he landscape

        

this was my favourite...

       

narrow pathways between stone walls

                                      

the reward for the effort was the view... the hills and dales

        

it was cloudy, windy, cold and I wouldn't have had it any other way...

        

the scene below summed it all up and if this is all i had seen, iit would have been enough...

        

it would have been more than enough... the moor, the heather, the stone cottages, the lonely trees and the howling wind... the sense of absolute aloneness... just as written, just as imagined, just as dreamed of...

{having a little trouble formatting posts on the mobile blogger platform - text and photos aren't quite as i would like- click on any picture to see a larger version... and the monica of the last post is monica of the white bench blog.... blogger won't let me provide a link but if you google her, you will find it and you will love her!}