My walk began in a laneway that runs along past the Bronte parsonage museum. It was about 2.30 pm. I simply followed the initially excellent signs. I drank in the sights, wildlife and the magnificent views. I was living a lonheld dream; to walk in the footsteps of the Bronte sisters!
During my visit, Haworth was preparing for the forthcoming Tour de France, so artwoks on the moors were well into preparation. It was an added intruiging bonus to my exploration of the fabulous moors of the Worth valley!
If you are used to walking on defined tracks in National Parks in Australia, Canada or elsewhere, tracks in England actually cross farmland. Gates and styles over fences are the order of the day and tracks are often poorly marked and signage non existent, once you are well away from the village itself.
The moors were not nearly as wild and remote as I expected. Instead, farmhouses and barns dotted the landscape. Despite this it felt like I truly was in the country and the landscape was captivating. The local sheep and wildlife were plentiful and evidence of spring was everywhere. Locals had explained how the heather changes colour at different times of the year, rendering it many shades. Dry stone walls were another magnificent feature and a real surprise was a little wooded section, rich with moss. The track was very muddy in places and agility was essential for climbing styles and negotiating narrow gates. I apparently did about 20 kilometres overall, at a leisurely pace.
I lost the track and was worried about either getting lost, or stuck out in increasingly inclement weather. The light was beginning to fade, so I chose to conclude my walk and backtrack.
I made it back to the new Haworth cemetry and went in to explore, then managed to mix up a turn and overshot Haworth itself, ending up on the otherside of the village. I didn't even realise I was lost, until I met a man walking a lovely chocolate labrador, who explained I was in for even more backtracking. The man offered me a lift right to the door of the Youth Hostel, to save me the walk between Haworth and Keighly, which saved me another few kilometres walk in the dark. It was on his way home. Itrusted this Yorkshire man was genuine and not Jack the Ripper and thus accepted his kind offer.
The warmth and hospitality of Yorkshire locals is exceptional and I am longing to return and spend some weeks exploring Yorkshire more extensively!