Ilkley Moor Bah 'Tat.

Well, not quite Ilkley - the area around Haworth to be exact. A reccie with camera and drawing kit and a visit to the Bronte parsonage for the first time in twenty years. Despite signs everywhere (I later noticed) forbidding any photography- I clicked quite happily away. Ignorance (or terrible eye-sight) really is bliss I find. I can't remember the last time I stood on top of a hill and could not see or hear another person at all anywhere. I was expecting lots more dotty ladies in their Karrimor jackets. But in fact it was very lonely and quite easy to try and imagine young Emily B striding forth - she must have been a fearless lady I think. I think being alone in places like this could be become addictive. I already want to go back..

..by way of contrast and light relief - Gothic morris dancers are not an entity I have ever come across before. These folks seemed to channelling English folke tradition cross-contaminated with Marilyn Manson and The Wicker Man! They were great fun and I had the urge to run off with them. I suspect they all returned to their suburban homes later on, but I like to imagine them all living together in some never-ending Gothically crazed dance in a decaying manse. Hum.