Nigel, his folks and I took a trip out to historic Haworth today. It's the home of the Brontės, and where Wuthering Heights was set.  We walked around an old graveyard where everybody seemed to have the name "Pickle", went the the apothecary where the youngest Brontė bought the opium that eventually killed him, and to a pub where we had a dodgily named "Trio of Bangers".  It was just three bangers on a plate of mash, but I must have just got it for the funny name.  It's meant for one person, but we finished it together and ended up full.  It was a pretty traditional pub, but the people in it were right characters.  One man in front of me wearing mostly tweed was complaining openly about tourists as he smoked his pipe.  Nigel told me that he probably considers people from the neighboring town of Keighley to be tourists.  I guess that's what you get if you live at a tourist attraction.  Then they guy who came to pick up our empty glasses was wearing the most bizarre outfit I had seen.  Apart from what Richard Simmons wears.  He wore a green skin tight cotton top and some teal sweat pants that were also extremely tight.  Also, he didn't really "suit" the tightness of the outfit. 

When it stopped raining we wandered over to the Brontė parsonage to peek in the gift shop.  While we were there we saw this cat trying to get in.  Assuming he was the shop cat, people let him in.  It was funny watching him sneak his way in and the shop assistant have to run up to the Brontė archives to retrive him.

I will call you Heathcliff.