Tag Archives: Hewenden Mill
Supermodel, with Balls
It was raining. Hard. Long-unused umbrellas opened like reluctant flowers, showering hurrying heads with dust and desiccated spiders. My new friends had driven me into Haworth for the evening from the refurbished cotton mill where I was staying. Nestled between … Continue reading
Catching no worms
I’m not an early bird, I said, as I bid a fond farewell to three women, strangers to me before last Friday. They were planning an early walk, today, before leaving the place we’re all staying. It wasn’t just the … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, Nature notes, Yorkshire
Tagged Bent's Mill, Cullingworth, dawn, dew, early morning, Emily Bronte, gifts, Haworth, Hewenden Mill, strangers
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