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Hebden Bridge and Haworth.

In the past when Wil and I have driven to the Yorkshire town of Hebden Bridge, we have arrived  there completely frazzled, because our old sat nav loves magical mystery tours. Or we just couldn’t find the place at all!   Happily on Saturday the Gods did not conspire against us, and we pulled up in a sunshiney Hebden before ten in the morning.

Hebden Bridge is a market town in  Calderdale.  , famed for its  independent stores  and creative community . Artisan shops and pavement cafes adorn the cobbles and Victorian terraces cling to the steep hillsides.  On a bright September  morning, it really did look like we had arrived in the ‘Happy Valley’.

 

 

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Early morning in Hebden Bridge.

As we were accompanied by a certain ‘ hungry black labrador’ , I suggested  we stop by at The Lamppost Cafe  for coffee and flapjacks for us…and a pup cake for him.  On the Lampposts facebook page it says ‘Because every dog deserves to feel special and be treated so! Don’t tie your best friend to a lamppost, bring them in The Lamppost!’

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A cafe that loves dogs…and their humans. 🙂

We loved the rustic decor in this very dog friendly cafe, and it was fun choosing Hugo a mouthwatering muffin from their impressive pup cake collection. It’s a pity he wolfed it down before I could get a picture !  His new friend  Lucky was most happy to pose though. Isn’t she adorable. 🙂  Lucky is sat on a hessian coffee sack , which you can help yourself to, if your dog doesn’t want to lie on the wooden floor.  I really enjoyed my fruity flapjack and the coffee was good too.

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After a wander round the shops and the market ( I found a lady who makes felt fairy lamps ~ Christmas present sorted for one goddaughter! ), we had lunch at Green’s ( a veggie cafe) and then went for a walk by the canal.

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We headed in the direction of Hebden Bridge’s neighbor Mytholmroyd, where poet Ted Hughes was born. Along the way there were were many barge businesses and floating homes.

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On the outskirts of Hebden Bridge  a rust coloured sculpture of a hawk, roosts in memorial to the Yorkshire born poet.  I’m not sure it looks hawk-like enough. What do you think? Hughes first wife writer ‘ Sylvia Plath’  is buried in the churchyard at nearby Heptonstall.

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Mid afternoon and Hebden Bridge was crazy busy , so we left the town and headed for nearby Haworth, another Yorkshire parish with famed literary connections. But first we stopped off for a walk on the rolling moorland above Oxenhope. Hugo decided to leap onto this wall and nearly ended up in the steep ravine below, tangled with the purple heather and brambles. Luckily he decided that running amongst the rushes was just as much fun!

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The Black Bull was where Branwell Bronte could often be found.

Beautiful Haworth is still so evocative of  its famous residents, the Brontes.  Surrounded by wild moor land , Haworth’s cobbled streets are brimming with old fashioned shops and is little changed from the days when Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell lived with their father in the parsonage , now a museum.

 

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Text from Wuthering Heights.

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I love the cute shops in Haworth and make no apologies for buying a couple more Christmas gifts. I just couldn’t resist and ‘ Wave of Nostalgia ‘ especially, really drew me in.

There are lots of Tea shops on the cobbled main street, but Wil can certainly recommend the Jamaican Peaberry Coffee from 10 the coffee house, where all coffees are freshly ground to order.  As you can see the African Lime cake we shared is tiny! But I’m kind of glad, as it has been my only cheat in a fortnight of abstaining from cake, pastry, crisps , bread and chocolate …..so far. 😉

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The Bronte Parsonage.

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It’s been a few years since I have wandered round the wonderful Bronte Museum, and on this visit I contented myself with a stroll in the garden and a quick glance in the museum shop.

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I’ve already decided that I would like to return soon and follow in the footsteps of the Bronte’s ,up onto the South  Pennine  Moors,  via the path that passes the parsonage. Watch this space. 🙂

Pendle Hill Walk.

It’s been a gorgeous sunny day today ( Sunday) so we decided to take Hugo for his first walk up Pendle Hill.  We parked the car near the Ski slope and Wellsprings Spanish & Mexican restaurant at the ‘Nick O Pendle’ and followed the footpath onto the rugged moorland. The sun was shining but it was very blustery up there , ideal for model aeroplane enthusiasts and paragliders .

Wil and Hugo waiting for me as usual!
Wil and Hugo waiting for me as usual!
Waiting for take-off.
Waiting for take-off.
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Fancy a go?
Amazing views from up there.
Amazing views from up there.
Such a handsome chap!
Such a handsome chap!
The ground was covered in these cotton bud grasses.
The ground was covered in these  fluffy cotton bud grasses.
Me and Hugo. :)
Me and Hugo. 🙂
Anyone any ideas. Perhaps Billberries?
Anyone any ideas what these berries are?

We saw quite a bit of wildlife including kestrel, sky larks, Gulls, Dipper ( in the brook), Bees, Cabbage white butterflies and a tiny green moth/butterfly  and  plant life including the berries above, cotton bud grass, bracken, rushes and moss. Unfortunately I didn’t manage many photos of the birds or insects. 😦 But I did snap this skylark ( I think? ) in flight.

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Taking a dip.
Taking a dip.

The music of the skylark accompanied us for most of our walk and they could often be seen hovering in flight. It took me ages to get a picture of one ….so I was pretty pleased when i did. 🙂  By the time we got back to the car, I was in dire need of a Hot Chocolate. It was a bit chilly up that hill!

The Wellsprings.
The Wellsprings.
Chocolate!!
Chocolate!!

Hope you enjoyed the sunshine too. X