I would much rather look through the lens of a camera to let the photograph tell a story than put pen to paper to write but I have decided to make 2017 the year of the blog. I’ll make lots of effort to document my shoots, adventures and explorations so watch this space!

However my annual reading group Christmas jolly was an opportunity not to be missed to squeeze in a short JHP blog post. It took us to took us in search of culture to the Pennine Village of Haworth, home of the Brontes. So I’m writing about writers, and it was also a great excuse to take some photographs! The group is such a great, varied bunch of friends who have been meeting regularly for well over 10 years now. We’ve shared some great literary works, some trash, some laughs, adventures, tears and of course the odd glass of wine!

The Bronte novels tell of heroines in search of identity and independence. These remarkable women wrote some of the best loved and studied works in the English language. Haworth was a smelly, crowded industrial town perched on the edge of the moors and provided a wild, stormy landscape for great classics like Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre. Although it was quite a bright chilly winter’s day, it was easy to imagine the isolated, damp environment where TB, which tragically took so many young lives, was rife. Despite this and the confinement, the parsonage was clearly a place of great love where talent and creativity flowed. The museum houses beautifully crafted embroideries, scripts and drawings. My favourite exhibits were the still legible “Little Books’’ written in miniscule script and a haunting portrait of Charlotte hung above the fire place.

Coincidently, there is a BBC Boxing Day production ‘To Walk Invisible’  about the sisters and their relationship with their brother Branwell. It will certainly be on my viewing list this Christmas!