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Enchanted Haworth

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​ There are some Sundays when you wake and stretch lazily, pootling to the living room for tea, blankets and curling up like a cat. Then there are Sundays when adventure calls.  My daughter and I love to explore Yorkshire so we  set off on our way to Haworth, home of the Brontë sisters, whose powerful female voices still live on today. We took a train to Keighley , then we travelled to Haworth on a bus that passed rolling hills. I always feel my heart soar when I see them, enjoying the flight from everyday life that nature gives. My daughter and I like it best when the bus announces the names of each stop. ‘Hermit Hole’ is a personal favourite.  When we got to Haworth we started from the bottom of the cobbled Main Street. The centre of Haworth village is comprised mainly of a steep hill. We visited Spooks first, a shop I once visited as a child. I was fascinated by the magical and ethereal even then. My girl walked out clutching a paper bag full of crystals and smiling.  We mused on ho