![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roverandom19 April:
Yesterday was really fun: we got to see a cute English village with the old Georgian style brick buildings. Haworth is its name, and it was the home town of the Bronte sisters. Their house is now a museum, and the whole little town is centered around the fame they garnered (for example, we ate in the Villette cafe and bakery; I had my first fish and chips since I had been in England -- they didn't taste too different from American fish and chips, but they were still good). The Parsonage where Mr. Bronte preached at looked like it was right out of a Bronte or Dickens novel -- the courtyard/grounds were literally littered with old stone graves (Figures 1,2,and 3)
1
2 
3 
But unlike the ones in Leeds or York, there were no modern stores or restaurants aroudn them. I think that was one of the most impressionable things about England to me: just how much the old is set in contrast with the new and emerging. It's so strange. There's this one old Neo-Gothic church next to the Parkinson building (I think) in Leeds that is a nightclub. I asked if it was a goth nightclub, but apparently it's just a regular one. So weird. In Haworth, we walked along the footpath in the fields and saw the edge of the moors (figures 4 and 5) which had some smallish shrubbery on them. For some reason I thought the Moors were rock. Don't ask me why.
4
5 
There were sheep and two horses in the fields and the horses were very friendly. I wonder what breed they were; they had really thick coats (figures 6, 7, and 8).
6
7 
8 
Also wandered around the small town: the streets were cobblestone! I almost fell down from walking on them, though. England seems to be the prime place for used books -- we went into a lot of bookstores with both old and new books, but a lot of them were overpriced. The best used bookstore was in York, though I didn't get anything because I have little room in which to pack it. I did get two framed old advertisement/postcards for Haleigh (dang, now she knows what it is haha). I think they'd go well with her London sign in her bathroom. Oh, and to end this entry, I will post a picture of me sitting on the stone wall because I wanted to sit on it (it was very uncomfortable), and also will post pictures of the awesome steam train ride that we went on in order to get to Haworth:
This is the train we went on.
The view from the train and a mini stonehenge someone had made!
Yesterday was really fun: we got to see a cute English village with the old Georgian style brick buildings. Haworth is its name, and it was the home town of the Bronte sisters. Their house is now a museum, and the whole little town is centered around the fame they garnered (for example, we ate in the Villette cafe and bakery; I had my first fish and chips since I had been in England -- they didn't taste too different from American fish and chips, but they were still good). The Parsonage where Mr. Bronte preached at looked like it was right out of a Bronte or Dickens novel -- the courtyard/grounds were literally littered with old stone graves (Figures 1,2,and 3)
1
2 
3 
But unlike the ones in Leeds or York, there were no modern stores or restaurants aroudn them. I think that was one of the most impressionable things about England to me: just how much the old is set in contrast with the new and emerging. It's so strange. There's this one old Neo-Gothic church next to the Parkinson building (I think) in Leeds that is a nightclub. I asked if it was a goth nightclub, but apparently it's just a regular one. So weird. In Haworth, we walked along the footpath in the fields and saw the edge of the moors (figures 4 and 5) which had some smallish shrubbery on them. For some reason I thought the Moors were rock. Don't ask me why.
4
5 
There were sheep and two horses in the fields and the horses were very friendly. I wonder what breed they were; they had really thick coats (figures 6, 7, and 8).
6
7 
8 
Also wandered around the small town: the streets were cobblestone! I almost fell down from walking on them, though. England seems to be the prime place for used books -- we went into a lot of bookstores with both old and new books, but a lot of them were overpriced. The best used bookstore was in York, though I didn't get anything because I have little room in which to pack it. I did get two framed old advertisement/postcards for Haleigh (dang, now she knows what it is haha). I think they'd go well with her London sign in her bathroom. Oh, and to end this entry, I will post a picture of me sitting on the stone wall because I wanted to sit on it (it was very uncomfortable), and also will post pictures of the awesome steam train ride that we went on in order to get to Haworth:
This is the train we went on.
The view from the train and a mini stonehenge someone had made!
