Haworth, Brontës Old Haunt

Visiting the home of the Brontës is a rite of passage for any poetic soul. The story of the Brontë family is now as well known as their books—and just as compelling. Tracing the sisters’ footsteps through Haworth churchyard, across the moors, and along cobbled streets and flagstones is an immersive experience. One hundred and sixty-nine years after the publication of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, the place still resounds with the Brontë spirit. In fact, their legacy sustains and inspires an entire community.

A signpost to Brontë Falls, a holiday home named Heathcliff, and a lorry emblazoned with Brontë Water—I couldn’t help but wonder if the chickens I encountered, scratching in the graves, were aware of their rich cultural heritage.

Hiding her chicks from the cat ...

Stepping into Haworth Church alone, I approached the corner where the Brontë Altar stands and was greeted by the violent crackle of static from the church sound system, coinciding with my first step onto the altar platform. It was a deeply shocking sound, as churches are usually such tranquil places. Yet, I found myself surprisingly calm in the midst of it. I doubted that this sanctuary had been rigged to startle unsuspecting Brontë pilgrims—especially with the famously haunted Black Bull just a few metres away. It felt as though the atmospheres described in their stories lingered around me; the sisters certainly did not disappoint.

The table where the stories where written ...

Haworth, East Yorkshire.