Brontes r us

Day 20: as the alarm went off it was clear that the clouds were agnes-grey and the wuther was wuthering in a liquid fashion. Should I pull the duvet over my head or act on bell, get up and go out into the fresh eyre? Shirley it couldn’t be this bad for long? (Reader, you may be feeling the same about this blog).

There was no possibility of not taking a walk that day, so out we went into the rain, heading up the beautiful wooded Hebden Dale, scaling the heights of Hardcastle Crags and then out on the wily, windy moor with not a bush in sight. Over the top, past the ruined house that allegedly inspired a certain novel, past the Brontë Falls (many signposts, much heath, no cliff and no visible falls) - now in brilliant sunshine - and down to Haworth.

I don’t need to tell you what our Track of the Day is, do I?