Haworth is the epitome of Emily Brontë’s legendary Wuthering Heights. There’s an enchanting mystique to the wild and rugged moors that surround this beautiful village – you can practically hear the echoes of Catherine and Heathcliffe around every cobbled and heather strewn corner. Prepare to fall in love with Haworth and its living, breathing past.
Haworth’s heart is its stunning Main Street. In summer it’s a buzzing hive of activity with shops, crafts and tea rooms, and magnificent moorland views that compel visitors to pause for a photo opportunity practically every other step. During the winter months the wonderful rolling mists cloak the landscape, making easy to lose yourself in the famous Brontë Parsonage and immerse yourself in the history of its historic graveyard. – (Haworth essentials)
Haworth is a beautiful village in West Yorkshire in the Pennine Hills about an hour’s drive from where we are in Lancashire.
On a visit there a couple of years ago I spotted this gentleman driving down the Main Street in his wonderful vintage car. He was just going about his business as usual and was totally oblivious to the attention he was getting from visitors. For the locals he and his car were obviously an everyday sight.
I think both car and driver meet the criteria for Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Vintage
This third image shows the view from the Main Street looking across to the moors.