The Brontes and Haworth.
The villages and hamlets round about, rejoicing in splendid names like Goose Eye and Egypt, have become commuter havens, and Haworth would have met the same fate had not the Reverend Patrick Bronte been appointed Perpetual Curate of the parish church. The good reverend gentleman sired three daughters and a son. Children of some ability, the girls, Charlotte, Emily and Anne became best-selling Victorian novelists, gripping their readers with passionate stories that have remained in print to this very day, and inspired films and television programmes. There is an active Bronte Society, and the Parsonage where the family lived has become a Museum dedicated to the family and their work.
Thanks to the three Bronte girls' literary labours Haworth has become a real tourist mecca, attracting hundreds of thousands of visitors each year, not least from Japan. Some of these visitors are making a literary pilgrimage, but in the main they are just people in search of nothing more than a day out. The upper part of the Main Street is a place of gift shops and eateries, the gift shops ranging from the twee to the downright tacky, and the eateries from seriously good to extremely bad. Almost every other house in the centre of the town is in the Bed and Breakfast business.

Click here for the Bronte Society's pages.

Click here for Celia Falk's Bronte pages.

Click here for excellent Bronte links, collated in Japan but in English.

Click here for Eagle's Haworth and Bronte pages.

Click here for Bronte Country Page.

Click here for more Bronte Links.

Beer, Hills and Steam.
Haworth is triply blessed. Remarkably wonderful beer, splendid walking country, and the Jewel in the Crown, the totally wonderful Keighley and Worth Valley Railway.
Click here for the second Haworth page.

Nearby Towns.

Keighley, a nice place.

Keighley, the nearest place of any size to Haworth, is where the denizens of Haworth have to go if they want a bank or a supermarket. An extraordinarily friendly place, and well worth a visit. From Haworth, it's a glorious ride on a steam train, if you happen to be lucky enough to be at the station when one is about to depart, or a ride on a less interesting but more frequent bus. Five or ten minutes, or so, if you have a car.
Enjoy the covered market, the reopened cinema, and one of the best outdoor pursuit shops for miles around which fronts onto the bus station. Bargains at the Peter Black factory shop, if you can find it! Keighley is also the home of Timothy Taylor's Brewery, which makes beer that lesser mortals (for example, Southerners) can only dream of.

Bradford, not so nice.

Bradford was once a nice place, too. Buta was a teenager there, and has memories of an attractive and friendly place. Sadly, this is no more. The Bradford City Fathers have, over the years, turned it into an ugly and uncomfortable city with little to offer or enjoy (except, perhaps for the wonderful Alhambra theatre and the best curry shops outside of the Subcontinent.)
If ever there was an object lesson of what not to do to a city, Bradford is it. Buta is, on the whole, against capital punishment, but tearing from limb to limb would be far less than just desserts for the generations of city planners and council planning committee members who have made Bradford what it is today. 
Worse yet, Bradford has become the centre of the extremely unpopular Metropolitan Authority which controls that part of West Yorkshire which contains Keighley and Haworth. It is so patently wrong that the bureaucrats and politicians of Bradford should have anything to do with what goes on in Keighley or Haworth.

Bingley, destroyed by a Building Society.

Bingley was also once a nice place. One of Buta's pet hates is the Bradford and Bingley Building Society building in Bingley. This extraordinary ugly building has totally ruined the town, and what's more, a favourite pub of Buta's young days was torn down as part of the wholesale devastation that went with the coming of this monstrosity. It is amazing that people were actually paid to design it, and a salient condemnation of the architects' trade. Withdraw your money now, better still pay a visit with a gallon of petrol and a match!

Click here for Bradford Net Links

Click here for more Bradford Links

Click here for Bradford Council's page.. and take with a pinch of salt.

Click here for Nigel York's Bradford pages.

Click here for a guide to Bradford Curry shops…
Delicious!

Back to the Brontes for a minute…

Although the sisters Charlotte, Emily and Jane were the most famous, Buta's favourite Bronte was their bother, Branwell, who was an artist of more ability than success, a dissipated and sometimes wild man who ate opium, and is reputed to have drunk himself to death in the Black Bull, a pub on Haworth Main Street.  By the way, the Black Bull was a fine pub until the vandals who go by the name of interior designers gutted the place.  Buta's curse on all who despoil fine old pubs.

Oh, and in case you are wondering, Buta's favourite Bronte novels are Villette, the Professor, and Shirley.

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