Sunday, 15 July 2012

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.. 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.


  1. Hi Polly, can't wait to see what you do with Wuthering Heights. Well done on your distinction for your diss! Lots of Love. xxx

  2. Hi Liza - lovely to see you! I didn't do quite as well as you on diss but very pleased yep.:)
    Keep in touch, lots of love. xxx

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