My New Favorite Poem

I’ve been reading a book this week, aptly titled Good Poems. About a third of the way into the book I came across this delightful poem. It has stuck with me everyday since I first read it. And then I smile everytime I think about it.

The Orange

by Wendy Cope

Contentment

Contentment

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

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Whitby, lovely Whitby

Traveling north from Scarborough along the coast was very enjoyable. It was a quiet and pretty drive, and we passed not many cars, a some sheep and cows, a few happily flying motorcycles.

Following the signs pointing towards town, suddenly houses came into view.

Whitby Rooftops

Whitby Rooftops

Tea shop

Tea shop

Beautiful. Windy. Red roofs. White buildings squashed together. Seagulls. Brightly painted fishing boats.

Fishing

Fishing

Boats

Boats

We parked and started walking. Ahhhh… a delight! I spent hours walking the tiny streets and looking in shops.

The day was spent leasurly walking around the town, out towards the lighthouse, through the narrow alleys too small to fit cars.

Whitby Store

Whitby Store

Window Shopping

Window Shopping

Into Town

Into Town

Shop where Whitby Jet was sold.

Shop where Whitby Jet was sold.

Red Door

Red Door

Town

Town

Town from Steps

Town from Steps

Walk to Ruins

Walk to Ruins

One unexpected find was a photography studio. I spent an hour looking at the photos and bought a few gorgeous black and white reprints – originally made by Frank Sudcliffe from 1875 to 1910 – as big as I could still fit into my suitcase.

Across the bridge on the far side of town are 199 steps the lead to a church and the Whitby Abbey ruins.

199 Steps

199 Steps

The Abbey was ruined in 1540 by Henry VIII during the “Dissolution of the Monasteries”. The ruins are Bram Stoker’s influence for writing Dracula in 1897. Another literary treat I hadn’t expected!

Whitby Abbey

Whitby Abbey

Whitby Abbey

Whitby Abbey

Abbey Ruins

Abbey Ruins

We had dinner in town after a full day, completely enjoying this colorful seaside town. While it didn’t have the long sandy beach of Scarborough that Anne Brontë found so delightful, I felt the town of Whitby today must be so much closer to what the town of Scarborough had been back then in 1849. Whitby is what I imagine it to be like, anyway, and surely Emily, Anne, and Charlotte would approve of that reasoning!

Whitby at Sunset

Whitby at Sunset

Whitby Bridge

Whitby Bridge

Lovely Whitby

Lovely Whitby

Whitby Clouds

Whitby Clouds

Instead of heading back to our inferior lodgings near Scarborough prematurely, I decided we should stay for dinner and head back afterwards. We found a great restaurant overlooking the water and sat down for dinner. Then, something wonderful happened. Waiting for the meal to arrive, the clouds broke and the sunset shined through lighting up the town in warm evening light. Deciding that dinner was less important than catching the light, I bolted outside and ran around the town capturing a few images before the light was gone.

Here is a “before” shot.

View from the top of 199 steps, Whitby

View from the top of 199 steps, Whitby

And here is an “after” shot… dinner must wait!

Lighthouse

Lighthouse

Sunset Light

Sunset Light

Setting Sunlight

Setting Sunlight

Last Light and Seagull

Last Light and Seagull

I tried to make this post shorter, but I just couldn’t leave any of these photos out. Whitby was so photogenic!

I look forward to visiting again when I can stay longer.

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Driving to Scarborough to Visit Anne’s Resting Place

It was an enjoyable drive east from York, with the stop at Castle Howard, out to Scarborough on the coast.  Our specific goal was to find Anne’s grave. She is the only Brontë not buried with the rest in Haworth. Remember the stone carved in Haworth church?

All Brontës except Anne are buried in Haworth

All Brontës except Anne are buried in Haworth

When Anne got ill shortly after Branwell and Emily died, the doctor told her it would be good to get some fresh sea air. She begged Charlotte to take her. Finally after many months, Charlotte and her dear friend Ellen took the journey with Anne but by then it was too late.

Scarborough Seaside

Scarborough Seaside

Anne visited some of her favorite places in Scarborough, especially the sand and seaside itself, and died in her hotel room only a few days later. Charlotte and Ellen had her buried on the hill in the churchyard.

Anne's Grave in Scarborough

Anne's Grave in Scarborough

Anne's Church

Anne's Church

This photo above was taken looking out from Anne’s grave towards the church. In between the tree and the church, you can see a hotel in the distance. The current hotel is located on the same site where Anne died – a smaller hotel back then.

Backside of Anne's Grave Looking Out to the Sea Below

Backside of Anne's Grave Looking Out to the Sea Below

Tree Shadow

Tree Shadow

Graveyard View

Graveyard View

Churchyard Tree

Churchyard Tree

I loved visiting the site… the church and grave high up on the hill were just lovely. And it was situated right next to the ruins of picturesque Scarborough Castle.

Melody at Scarborough Ruins

Melody at Scarborough Ruins

Castle Ruins

Castle Ruins

There was something wonderful about making the physical journey from Haworth to Scarborough that really made the Brontë trip feel complete. Well, almost complete. I’m quite sure that the downtown Scarborough of today wasn’t the same Scarborough Anne had experienced. While I loved seeing this sister’s final resting place, I didn’t like the actual town down below. It was a bit too carnival feeling (and I didn’t even take any photos of it).

So, I did the unthinkable: since I was not pleased with the hotel we booked for the week, nor with the area it was located, I decided after one night that we would leave and find somewhere else to spend our remaining days! I knew I would have to pay for the entire stay whether I slept there or not, but it wasn’t worth it to stay somewhere unhappily. After lots of thinking and calling around, I found that we could spend our last remaining nights closer to the airport, but still outside of the big city, in Windsor. That was a relief – I was sure our last few days in England would have plenty to see and do, even if it wasn’t exactly Brontë related.

Looking out from Anne's Grave

Looking out towards Scarborough from Anne's Grave

But we had a full day left before this change was to take place, and I was still feeling like I had somehow missed the real version of a charming seaside town that meant so much to Anne. I studied the map and picked out a promising looking location along the coast to the north of Scarborough. I was not yet discouraged and wanted to make one last effort.

Last View of Anne's Scarborough

Last View of Anne's Scarborough

The next day I believe I found such a lovely seaside town… I felt certain Anne  would approve. Our next blog post will take us to the delightful town of Whitby, and I can’t wait to share it with you!

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Just Sharing Something I’m Enjoying

I recently signed up to receive a poem a day from the Writer’s Almanac, a daily email newsletter. It’s been rather delightful, so I wanted to share it with you.

Today’s poem was called What Did We See Today? by Robert Bly. There’s something about the last two stanza’s that I just love…

It’s all right if we keep forgetting the way home.
It’s all right if we don’t remember when we were born.
It’s all right if we write the same poem over and over.

Robert, I don’t know why you talk so confidently
About yourself in this way. There are a lot of shady
Characters in this town, and you are one of them.

If you want to sign up and get the newsletter too, here is the link:

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My Little Collection

I am excited to say that I have finally received the new edition of Juliet Barker’s excellent biography, The Brontës, and it took a bit of work to get. I absolutely loved her first edition… all 1003 pages. This gal knows everything there is to know about them, and writes in such an inticing, informative, and interesting way. For anyone who feels the need to really learn about the Brontë family, this is a must read.

By the time I learned about this book, it was out of print. No problem though with the wonderful Amazon.com available to me. Quick as could be, I had a used copy winging its way to me. However, when it came time to find the new version, for the first time ever (for me) Amazon was at a loss. I could hardly believe it! But still, I was not deterred. Onto the next best site, eBay. Happily, I found the new version was available in the U.K. and ordered a copy from a bookstore there.

It has just arrived and when I took the book out of it’s wrapping, had to share with you what I saw: possibly the thickest book manufactured (aside perhaps from the Bible).

The Brontes by Juliet Barker

The Brontes by Juliet Barker

How many pages for this edition, you ask? A mere 1158… I don’t know how the binding is going to stay in tact! The photo isn’t great – I just took out my iphone and snapped a shot to upload for the blog.

And on an unrelated note, I noticed my little “squatty hen” there in the photo, which I had purchased in an antique store while visiting York. Realizing that Squatty Hen was not getting her due on the blog, I decided to include her in a few more photos of yet another prize I found on this trip wandering through the lovely British countryside. (Hina, you asked what I bought I my trip… here goes!)

Carved Bog Oak Necklace

Carved Bog Oak Necklace

This is a carved pin I bought at a little craft/antique fair in Ashford in Water. The woman who sold it to me told me that she got it years ago, and has the actual receipt book from when it was purchased by a man in 1910 for his sweetheart. I wanted that little book so much too, but alas, she would not part with it. This pin (which I wear as a necklace) is made out of “bog oak”.

Bog oak, or bogwood, is oak that has been preserved over years and years in, well, peat bogs. It has turned black and is fossilized from lack of sun and air and is very lightweight. There is just something about bog oak that I instantly connected to… and although I don’t think Emily Brontë really wore much in the way of jewelry, I imagine she would have, if she had bog oak! From what I can find, people wore carved bog oak and Whitby jet jewelry in the mid to late 1800′s and early 1900′s.

At the time I bought the little pin, I had never even heard of bog oak and was skeptical that it was even a “real thing”.  But I enjoyed the pin/necklace and that was good enough for me. Since then, I have done a little research and know how to spot the real deal, and now have fun finding bog oak items on eBay from time to time.

Sorry, the next photos just aren’t great, but you’ll get the idea. And Squatty Hen will pass judgment on each piece.

Bog Oak or Jet Pin with Shell Inlay

Bog Oak or Jet Pin with Shell Inlay - it was sold to me in Windsor as Whitby Jet (a similar ancient wood) but it looks more like bog oak to me... it's not as black and shiny as the other Jet I've seen.

Flower Pin

Delicate Flower Pin - I'm guessing it's Lily of the Valley

Bog Oak Bracelet - I wear all the time!

Bog Oak Bracelet - I wear all the time! Hard to see, but there is a carved butterfly with flowers surrounding it. A simple flower design is on each piece connected with an elastic band.

Although I don’t know if Squatty Hen approves of spending money for carved ancient pieces of wood, I love my little collection!

Now, off to start reading Juliet’s fascinating discoveries of all things Brontë!

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Driving East and a Stop at Castle Howard

After York and Bolton Abbey, we made our way eastward towards the coast. The scenery was lovely and we decided not to hurry, since the drive was not that far.

Castle Howard

Castle Howard

Castle Howard

Castle Howard

On the map I saw that Castle Howard was right on the A64, directly on our way. I had always been interested in seeing Castle Howard after watching Brideshead Revisited – both 1978 and 2007 movie versions were filmed there. I expected Castle Howard to be a nice place to visit. But what I got was delightful, interesting, beautiful! Melody and I spent a few hours walking around, taking pictures, and joining walking tours, but we could have easily spent an entire day there.

Castle Howard Interior

Castle Howard Interior

Castle Howard Ceiling

Castle Howard Ceiling

Ceiling Detail

Ceiling Detail

Castle Howard Living Room

Castle Howard Living Room

Stained Glass in Family Church

Stained Glass in Family Church

Castle Howard Fountain

Castle Howard Fountain

Castle Howard Gate

Castle Howard Gate

A Walk Along the Pond

A Walk Along the Pond

Complete with Peacocks!

Complete with Peacocks!

Backyard View

Backyard View

Flowers

Flowers

I felt like this was a fine detour off the track of all things Brontë. However, at the end of the main house tour, what do you think I saw!?!?!???? A sign with all of the famous people the 7th Earl, George Howard, had met during his lifetime, and there she was: Charlotte Brontë! Ah… it was all meant to be.

George Howard Visited Charlotte Bronte

George Howard Visited Charlotte Bronte

Castle Howard Delivery Van

Castle Howard Delivery Van

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A walk along Emily’s moors with Juliet Barker

“There is no better place to begin a walk in Brontë country than at Haworth Parsonage, the home of the Brontë family for more than 40 years. A purist might wish to struggle up the cobbled Main Street, but I prefer to save my breath for the moors.”

 

So begins a great little article from The Times by Brontë biographer Juliet Barker. Juliet shares her understanding of the Brontë sisters and their writing while walking across the moors behind their home at the Parsonage.

The Times has a group of fun articles following walks related to famous authors. Take a look at Barker’s article here:

Times Literary Walks: Brontë territory -   Juliet Barker explores the challenging Yorkshire setting of the classic novels from the Brontë family

Emily's View

Emily's View - from my own walk with Melody - by Denise Miotke

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