Tour de Fibre finale. Haworth

Here are the promised dragonfly jug pics Hanne.
Let me tell you about yesterday. We had a picnic 
With a view
 and a Panopticon called Atom
was nearby.
Click to read.
There were traces of old walls and hedgerows now trees.
 The stones cut naturally into slabs so these were part buried into the ground in rows to make walls.
No one built a plug for the Panopticon
so we couldn’t go inside properly.
View of the moors so beloved of the Brontes.
The reservoir wasn’t there in their time.
Neither was this wing of the parsonage in Haworth where the Brontes lived. 
 I wasn’t allowed to take photos but there is a virtual tour here. The father had the rooms to the right of the photo and the children had the rooms to the left. The dining room (bottom left windows) is where most of the books were written. The sofa where Emily is said to have died is in this room. The window in the centre was a small child’s room/study. 
At the back of the house on the left was a store room which became Charlotte’s husband’s study (he was a curate at the church which her father was the vicar), above it was the servant’s room. At the back on the right was the kitchen with a now demolished scullery. Above it was Branwell (the brother’s) room. These rooms are laid out like they would’ve been for the Brontes. The new wing is now a gallery of their writing and things belonging to them.
There is a lovely written description here with small pics.
The chuch just the other side of the graveyard from the front of the house. (Yep charming view but at least the Bronte’s water supply was uphill of the graveyard unlike the villagers.)
Little church door. I wondered if this is the one Patrick Bronte used when alone.
Did the Brontes or their servant go down this narrow allwyway alongside the church to go into the village?
Beautiful ironwork.
 The village end of the church
is next to a market place at the top of a steep hill.
This place smelled of coal tar soap and mustard bath powder. I lingered. 🙂 They had lots of gorgeous 1940s style clothing in a back room. I was tempted by the tea dresses. 
Down the hill were more shops.
This one made a real effort to attract people in.
Avoca Mill woollen cushions. Avoca is the real name place of where Ballykissangel was filmed. I was there years ago feeling a bit surreal with familiar buildings which weren’t what they quite were in the series. 
We sat down tired by late afternoon
for tea and cakes. Delicious!
The children stopped off at this traditional sweet shop
as we walked back to the car
and made our way home over the moors towards Colne.
A wonderful place which we had stopped in at on our way was now closed. Oh I am such a glutten for fabric at the moment. It has been months and months though. These last few weeks are very exceptional.
So let me share my final offerings for the Tour de Fibre. 
“Sophie Mae the Spider Fairy”.
I was going colonial nuts with so many Colonial Knots!
And lastly “Brienna meets a Butterfly”.
I am so relieved that all 7 fairy stitcheries are complete. It is now a quick job to join a lot of squares and make a quilt. I NEED machine time now. 
I will share Dorchester on Thames, Oxfordshire next before whisking you down to Hampshire and then over to Dorset. Hopefully I will have a lot more crafting to share too.

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