Just how to Possess A Jane Eyre Holiday

The Yorkshire moors walk in winter—as I shortly learned one frosty December spent hiking where sheep outnumber people 20 to one. Emily Brontë described her native moors as haunting as it seems: roaring and gusty ” a word. A pelting rainstorm sailed in and when the heavens opened, my first idea was, Wuthering, really.

Girl versus nature is a persistent motif in the classic novels of Anne Brontë, Emily, and Charlotte. Commended and disparaged equally for his or her outrageous imagination—one certainly formed by their unpleasant Northern landscape—they left a literary heritage that still speaks to readers two centuries after, hatching movie and novel retellings, as well as a hashtag, #bronte200, to observe Charlotte’s bicentenary this April.

The Brontës’ birthplace has become an Italian café called Emily’s by De la Luca Boutique—with French presses, scavenged school desks, and shabby-chic touches that read more Brooklyn. A breakfast of steel-cut oats with milk and fresh berries looked a fitting way to begin my journey, though probably much more sumptuous than any porridge the Brontës would have survived.

The center of Brontë Country is the hamlet where the family settled, Haworth. From Thornton, the seven miles of narrow roads that are impossibly break into a view of the Thornton viaduct. Constructed as a railroad track overpass in 1878, the bridge resembles a relic from Roman times. Haworth also can be reached by steam locomotive from Keighley hamlet—the same train.

The village of Haworth cobbled roads of the form you’d locate in a Dickens remake and is postcard adorable, with stone cottages. You are taken by an amble on Main Street to Co. & Rose Where Branwell Brontë, ne’er is ’ed by the sisters -do-well brother, satiated his laudanum cravings. Sits the Brontë Parsonage Museum, the sisters composed the majority of the novels and where the family resided.

The cobbled roads give way to some craggy landscape of undulating hills, dirt trails, and, obviously, the howling wind—landscapes lifted directly in the novels. Strenuous hikers can shove on to Top Withens—the destroyed farmhouse said to be the inspiration for the eponymous Wuthering Heights.

Haworth abounds with Bs B& playing with their Victorian appeal. Once home to Charlotte’s doctor, Ashmount, is a gabled country house off Main Street. The Old Registry serves steamed sponge with custard, game pie with venison and rabbit, and British specialties like roast pheasant. Breakfast is the complete Yorkshire fry up with black pudding.

But bright days come far and few between.