Continued from the previous entry:
Breakfast served at Heathfield Bed & Breakfast was very British, with a fried egg, fried potatoes, and mushrooms; a fried tomato cut in half; two slices of bacon; two sausages; cereals; slices of bread; a glass of orange juice; and a cup of tea. I have a good appetite for breakfast in England because when it’s breakfast time in England, it’s time to have dinner in Japan, where it’s nine hours ahead.
During breakfast, the master and his wife spoke with me. It was a little hard for me to speak English while eating. Still, it was fun to talk with them. He brought me a copy of the pages of Haworth printed out from a travel guidebook, saying, “It’s the article in Japanese I chose for you.”
Actually, it wasn’t Japanese, but I received it gratefully, without pointing out that it was written in traditional Chinese rather than Japanese. At 9 a.m., I got out of the B&B to walk around the village center and the Haworth Parish Church. I found that a group of Japanese tourists was arriving by coach.
This is the site of the school where Charlotte Brontë taught her pupils.
I found the Brontë Parsonage Museum just opposite the school, but it was closed that season for remodeling. All I could do was take some pictures of it from outside.
At first, I wanted to walk on the moor to the Brontë Waterfalls, but I soon realized it was impossible because the public footpath was too icy, muddy, and slippery to walk through in the chukka boots I wore at the time. I didn’t want to stain my trousers with mud mixed with the dung of sheep and horses. Instead, I walked on Dimples Lane, Field Head Lane, and Upper Marsh Lane, seeing the scenery of both sides of the road, crossed Moorside Lane, and then walked on a farm road in the Haworth Moor to the place where I could walk.
Standing alone on the tranquil expanse of the boundless moors, covered with heather, for hours, I felt the stress of hectic daily work completely heal. I then returned to Moorside Lane from the farm road and walked this lane, looking at Haworth Moor on the left, to Cemetery Road, where I walked towards Main Road.
Back in town, I had a hummus and falafel sandwich set for lunch at Cobbles & Clay, a kosher restaurant, which the mistress of Heathfield B&B had highly recommended.
I did some shopping. I bought a woolen jumper at Edinburgh Woollen Mill, bottles of lavender essential oil and some cakes of soap at Rose & Co. Apothecary, some candies at a sweets store, and a heavy-duty traditional coat at an antique shop (costing only £30!). Most stores were closed at 5 pm, though.
At night, I went barhopping. At first, I entered the Black Bull, where Branwell Brontë, the brother of Emily and Charlotte, had frequently come and drunk. I only drank a pint of beer there, as no food was served at that time. Next, I went to Fleece Inn and ordered fish & chips and a pint of local ale.
At last, I had a proper meal at the Old White Lion.
To be continued to the next entry:
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