WRITERS’ HOUSES

The other day I visited the Brontë Parsonage Museum (see above) in Haworth, Yorkshire.  I haven’t visited many writers’ houses mainly because I’ve suspected I might be bored by them but this did not bore me at all. It gave a real sense of what it would have been like to live in the house. I had a vivid impression of all those febrile imaginations sparking off each other; the contrast of the claustrophobia of the house with the wide open expanses of the moors. I loved it and bought myself a very nice mug with a quote from Emily Brontë on the outside which says “NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE.” Always good to be reminded of that I think, especially when you’ve got a book freshly published! The only books by the Brontës I’ve read are Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre but now I’m curious to read the Tenant of Wildfeld Hall and Shirley. It actually gave me a bit of a yearning to go and visit other writers’ houses. So tomorrow I’m off to the Charles Dickens Museum below. I’m ashamed to say I’ve lived in London for over thirty years and never been. That’s pathetic!

Have you visited any writer’s house recently? What was your experience like? Are there any you’d recommend?