December in Haworth, Brontë Country

It sounds surprising even to myself to say that I had never been to Haworth in snowy weather before. I have had to avoid going there in winter simply because of the possibility of getting snowed in and not being able to get back home. Sitting high up at the bottom of moorland Haworth gets a fair share of snow every winter, and  although it may cause some inconvenience, the village becomes even more beautiful and magical blanketed in the whiteness of snow.
There are festive events taking place in Haworth throughout December, and even though I try to attend as many as I can and always enjoy them all, my main interest in coming to Haworth is, apart from seeing a very good friend of mine, to capture with my camera the mood of the season and the spirit of the place.
Last Saturday, the Torchlight Parade weekend, was one of my most memorable days in Haworth ever. It was snowing most of the day and it was bitterly cold, but I didn't mind or care; I was too excited about being in Howarth in a snowy Christmas atmosphere for a first time.

I had to, of course, nip into the Parsonage Museum to see it decorated for Christmas, and also, to have another look at Branwell's room. The brilliant, touching installation was likely to be dismantled soon as the bicentenary year of Branwell's birthday is drawing to an end. However, I have since heard great news that it may stay in place for another year due to being so popular.

The day ended well for me despite the persistent snow. I managed to get back home to Leeds with no disruptions, so all the snow brought along that day was just what I wanted - a lot of joy, magic and inspiration. Next, I want to find myself in the middle of snow covered moors, hopefully heading towards Top Withens.....