Haworth: home of the Brontes

Several weeks ago, my friend Erin suggested a weekend in Haworth, where the Bronte sisters lived. I couldn't say no to that, although to be quite honest that isn't my cup of literature-related tea...Lefteris and I have been talking about touring the LHC (which we're doing in August!) and Erin explained her feeling by saying, "I'm as excited about this as you guys are about your giant ray gun." So we were in!The moors, it turns out, are totally dramatic and bleak. We spent our weekend wandering around, including a long "walk" as the British call them, which was really a semi-intensive hike. We called the moors the "moops" (worth seeing the Seinfeld clip) and took a lot of photos. On the way back we got stuck on the train for hours, sitting on the floor in the aisle because the seats were all taken. It was right around then that we realized that we could have rented a car for about half the price of our three round-trip train tickets. Great...The Bronte parsonage, which is now a museum, really did look out over a graveyard. It was soooooo depressing.This was the view near the beginning of our walk. The whole place looked like a painting.We stopped for a snack. Erin looked amazing in the sunlight!...perhaps a little TOO amazing...Did I mention the moops were bleak?The next day, we took a steam engine back to the nearby bigger town, where we caught the (modern) train back to London. It turned out that day was some kind of festival of old trains. It seemed like the whole town was in character!