Haworth and the Bronte Parsonage was everything I thought it would be and the short local bus trip from Hebden Bridge was a great way to acess the village.
I stopped myself from shouting out “ Heathcliff, Heathcliff” as the bus rolled over the moors, so as not to alarm or amuse my fellow passengers.
I was able to indulge my interest in both old churches, graveyards and quaint tea rooms !
Next another short point to point train ticket and on to see the dark, satanic mills in the town of Todmorden, as I have family links there.