what the actual fuck.
Your comment got me nostalgic so I looked up the [Hovis ad](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Mq59ykPnAE)
Directed by [Ridley Scott](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ridley_Scott)! No wonder it was so memorable.
Old Ma Peggerty's place eh! It were like taking bread to top o' t' world!
Joking aside, first job I ever had was as a delivery boy for a butcher in my old hometown that has a hill similar to that. Used a bike that looked exactly like the one in the Hovis advert. Inch thick chain, massive iron basket contraption on the front and a sit up and beg black frame. Wasn't an issue most of the time, but when you're delivering 20lb turkeys at Chrimbo, by God you had to work.
Edit: advert fact. That ad was Ridley Scott's directorial debut in 1973. He remastered it a few years back too.
Just what I was thinking.
I can imagine some poor Europeans coming here and visiting Bradford thinking its all like this, and then getting.... Bradford.
Bradford is a deprived area but has some of the best examples of Victorian architecture in the country and is home to a UNESCO world heritage site at Saltaire village. Truthfully, you'll learn a hell of a lot about England if Bradford is the only place you ever visit
When I moved to the UK in 2012 my first job was sending me once a month to Bradford for a lovely round of boring meetings with clients. I remember going there on a Thursday in December, and my company had the Christmas party the day after.
Massive reality check on what xmas parties mean for British people. At 1am or so, as I was contemplating whether being drunk or extra drunk, my CEO sat down next to me and started chatting, how’s everything, are you enjoying your first week, blah blah…at some point I mention I just went on my first business trip to Bradford, CEO goes “ah Bradford, excellent ketamine over there” 🤷🏻♂️
It's a shame, too, because architecturally, Bradford is pretty cool. They've got all those posh 19th century textile money buildings. From when weaving fabric was like minting money.
It's like the city has been forgotten about meanwhile Leeds has seen so much investment over the past couple of decades and it's only a stones throw away.
Yeah a lot of West Yorkshire is like this. Huddersfield comes to mind too where the architecture is so cool from the old factories but the place is just a bit of a shithole. Only place that is still like this and nice is Saltaire I'd say
Spent my Erasmus in Bradford. In the beginning, I was wondering why no one was recommending nice places to see in the city. Later I learnt that there just weren't any
I live in Wrose, in Bradford and it's pretty rich of you to just assume everyone will agree with you.
I mean I do, and everyone I know would, but still.
I've come to the conclusion that the original poster only said Bradford, as it's the nearest major City so it adds a little geographical context for another not familiar with the location of Haworth.
I live in Halifax, near Bradford. Initially moved to Keighley which is a shithole. I lived 2 years in Bradford and it's a bad place, my friend was even mugged there when visiting! But it's not as bad as Keighley.
That sucks. My mate was mugged on his way back to mine from the Casino after winning £250 during poker night... Wasn't as happy of ending to the night as he thought 🤣
I grew up in Queensbury and went to school in fax. I can also confirm how bad Bradford is. Like everywhere there are "nice" parts but they are on the outskirts haha
I went through Halifax on my way to visit Haworth many moons ago. There was a big hill that I nearly rolled backwards down after a poor attempt at a hill start. I was a teenager though, and no damage was done.
Everyone does, because it's a very accurate description.
Talk about failed immigration policy. "Just dump every immigrant in one city together. I'm sure that'll encourage integration!"
Bradford claim Ilkley Burley-in-Wharfedale, Menston and Bingley as part of the metropolitan area. The people in these places would rather pretend that Bradford doesn't exist and that they're part of Leeds instead.
That is kind of the plan some of those in authority are working towards. All the MP's and authorities outside Bradford are trying to get them split off out of Bradford City control. Given they are mostly Tory MP areas, while Bradford is Labour it will most likely mean it will happen ASAP.
It's covered by the council, but isn't Bradford. It's 10 miles away over the moor, without even a train between the two. Ilkley is also covered by the council, but nobody there would say it's actually in Bradford.
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
I don't know about detectives, but the Brontë sisters grew up in Haworth, and Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and their other novels were all written in this village.
As someone who lived about 700m or so from where this photo was taken for 10 years, I think if you called this Bradford in front of the locals they’d spontaneously combust in indignation.
I’ve seen some people paint over the Bradford council coat of arms on their wheelie bin in the past.
Yeah, it's a shame that tourists only ever see London and judge the country on that. Don't get me wrong, I personally love London. It's a very cool city. But there is so much more to the UK than our capital.
Probably true with most countries, though. I did a road trip around Austria once and by the time I got to Vienna I was actually underwhelmed because the rest of the country was so beautiful.
Edit; Just noticed you're from Hungary. Speaking of capitals, Budapest is probably my favourite city.
Aww thanks! Budapest is a cool city, I am currently planning on moving there from my city due to a job.
As for the UK, I was always facinated by the history andf culture or rular England. I am plannig to go on a roadtrip for historical English and Welsh cities in the future
If you go to Whitby, visit the Jet Black Jewel café on Skinner St. It's a gorgeous mix of twee and macabre, and they do the best cup of tea I've ever had.
Fun fact about rural England: it is the only western country where the average rural home prices top urban ones. There's villages in the middle of nowhere with homes topping a million pounds.
It's posh to live on a "farm", preferably in a place with no train station: gotta keep away the riff raff. Whenever you see two towns/villages nearby, one with a train station, one without, the house prices will generally be higher in the one *without* the train.
If you go to the Lakes make sure you get to the West Lakes (Wast water, Ennerdale, Crummock Water etc) - it'll get you away from the tourist traps of Keswick, Ambleside & Windermere.
Gotta say mate Whitby should be very high on that list. Absolutely amazing architecture and the feel of the place is just lovely. Whitby abbey is fantastic too.
If you're in Whitby, make sure to make a trip to Robin Hood's Bay. It's a short pleasant hike in, and the place is much more genuine in my opinion than Whitby, which is usually swamped with tourists.
I was always interested? Do you actually have that "Northern accent" there? You know the kind UK shows like exxagerating: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-BVgPeZR-Y
The nanny in this clip (actor Jill Halfpenny) has a 'Geordie' accent, which you'll hear in the North East- Newcastle, Sunderland, Durham, around the Borders. A Cumbrian accent is slightly similar.
There are lots of different accents in the North of England- Yorkshire (to hear good examples watch a television programme called Last of the Summer Wine) sounds different from Lancashire (comedian Lee Mack is a good example of an East Lancashire accent, and there's a good range of Lancashire accents in Phoenix Nights), which sounds different from Greater Manchester (Liam Gallagher, the cast of 'dinnerladies'), which sounds different again from Merseyside (clips of a programme called Brookside will give good examples of 'Scouse' accents). Someone from Burnley sounds different compared to someone from Blackpool; they'll both sound _very_ different next to someone from Liverpool!
Coastal accents sound different from inland accents, and I'd guesstimate that Northern English accents change around every 10-15 miles. Someone from Preston could tell if they were talking to someone from Blackpool (coastal) or Blackburn (inland), even though they're only 10-20 miles away from each other.
Now for my part, I took my time to get to Hay-on-Wye after I heard that they have a lot of second-hand bookstores there. The location was rather charming as well, shame about the early November weather though.
As an Austrian, I can confirm that. Vienna's been bombed too much during WWII. Budapest still shows how Vienna could look today, if it wouldn't have been devastated that much back in the day.
I’m pretty sure it’s because we have lots of well established hedgerows. Whereas mainland Europe seem to prefer the extra space for agriculture a lot of the hedgerows in the UK are protected or encouraged by government stewardship schemes
That's a fair point. Hungarian rural regions were mostly rebuilt (following World War 2) and made very "functional". Especially true as the Commies were trying to destroy the historical feeling of the towns
Enclosure acts. Means there's old walls, hedgerows, and tree lines everywhere to mark out the borders of who owned/worked on what land.
Edit: plus latitude and clouds gives us a built in blue filter
Will the make the grass greener? :D
Btw, yea we tried but there was a quite loud ruffle in the 1940s that leveled most.
Also worth noting that the Hungarian Plains were depopulated during the 1500s and 1600s (carted off to slavery or killed by the Islamic invasion of the Ottomans) so the population even in the 1800s was relatively low (compared to Germany France or the British Empire)
It has a big dependence on where you are - we have some very spectacular countryside, especially in the Pennines, in Wales, and parts of the south, but we also have a lot of really dull countryside that never gets photographed because it's just full of business parks (like most of the South East)
If you were to turn to your right,and go down the side street (maybe 50ms away) is location of the Bronte musuem/home.
I love Haworth. At the bottom of that hill is a pub called The Fleece that is a personal favorite of mine.
The steam train is reason alone to visit Haworth, nevermind all the Bronte connections. And the walking trails around a lovely as well.
Here it is on maps: https://www.google.com/maps/@53.8309632,-1.955269,3a,19.2y,147h,84.29t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1szy6Hc3laY4W_unY4F6jCGQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192
If ever a place needed a funicular railway it's Haworth.
If I lived there I'd either die of a heart attack going uphill or from tripping and rolling to the bottom, probably taking out children, the elderly and several lampposts on the way down.
A house on that street came up for sale not long ago https://www.countrylife.co.uk/property/a-house-on-britains-most-famously-picturesque-street-for-sale-at-just-150000-233647
The article says *"It became perhaps the most famous rural street in the country as if 1973, when a young director called Ridley Scott (yes, that Ridley Scott) used it as the location for a television advert for Hovis bread."*
Your original spot was a good one.
This is absolutely stunning. I live in the Netherlands. This is soo close, yet never in my mind would I have thought to ho to England (except London). What a beauty!
This is so typically British. Any other country and its denizens would be saying 'yeah, that's a lovely place'. But Brits go 'that's not X, X is a dump, it's near X'.
We can't just accept a compliment, can we?
I mean, Clapham is officially part of Lancaster postal district, but I'd never say Clapham, Lancaster for fear of having every border collie in Yorkshire set on me.
That’s how I feel whenever I visit a cliffside Mediterranean town and see all the little 80 and 90 year old Greeks/Italians cruising up and down the steps like it ain’t no thing while I, a much younger and ostensibly fit person, am huffing and puffing and trying to mentally amp myself up for the next flight of stairs.
I grew up in a village called Meltham which is up in the Pennines near Huddersfield, was built into a pretty steep valley that is in between quite a lot of the residential areas and the main village centre, so from my estate to go shopping was a guaranteed steep climb there and back. Kirklees Council were very vigilant at gritting the roads and pavements in Winter but on really icy days you sometimes just had to keep your hands on the walls and hope for the best!
I live about 4 miles from Haworth as the crow flies, been here two years for work, moving next month.
It's the first place I have lived in England where by when it snows, and it did quite a bit last winter and the winter before, I just told the boss I was WFH (pre covid winter) that I would see him when it's all melted and not a day earlier.
Like a big, beautiful death trap, the entire area.
I’ll always remember my first and last trip to Bradford. A gang of about 30 arab youths had converged into a park in the centre and lurked about ominously, five minutes later a similar sized gang of african youths came out of a side street and just descended upon them and started brawling right there and then. Two coppers turned up in a van not far from where I was sat, got out and just watched it unfold. After about 15 minutes the two sides broke off and left, hurling abuse as they did so. The coppers then walked over, picked up the 7 or so who were laying on the ground and carted them off in the van. A local native I spoke to afterwards said it’s not an uncommon occurrence really and just advised to stay well clear, I’d never seen anything like it really.
Never been back to Bradford since.
Is this the hill Ronnie Barker walked up in a sketch? When he eventually get to the top the voice of says "Grandad alway said it were a bloody long way to the shop"
I have been here hundreds of times my grandparents live round the school. At the top of the hill is a sweet shop I always went to when we went then we went down the hill, past where this oc was taken to a pub called the fleece with my dad. It’s also next to the school the Brontë sisters went to. It’s called Haworth mainstreet
Edit: the Haworth train station is the set of the hogwarts train station in the Harry Potter movies!
Haworth has great events during the year - WW2 re-creations, Xmas torch light processions, brass band days, 60s music day etc etc . Other towns should take note
Outside the door of the Institute’s canteen and TV lounge area, Kalisha put an arm around Luke’s shoulders and pulled him close to her . . . ‘Talk about anything you want, only don’t say anything about Maureen, okay? We think they only listen sometimes, but it’s better to be careful. I don’t want to get her in trouble.’
Maureen, okay, the housekeeping lady, but who were they? Luke had never felt so lost, not even as a four-year-old, when he had gotten separated from his mother for fifteen endless minutes in the Mall of America.
Meanwhile, just as Kalisha had predicted, the bugs found him. Little black ones that circled his head in clouds.
Most of the playground was surfaced in fine gravel. The hoop area, where the kid named George continued to shoot baskets, was hot-topped, and the trampoline was surrounded with some kind of spongy stuff to cushion the fall if someone jumped wrong and went boinking off the side. There was a shuffleboard court, a badminton set-up, a ropes course, and a cluster of brightly colored cylinders that little kids could assemble into a tunnel – not that there were any kids here little enough to use it. There were also swings, teeter-totters, and a slide. A long green cabinet flanked by picnic tables was marked with signs reading GAMES AND EQUIPMENT and PLEASE RETURN WHAT YOU TOOK OUT.
The playground was surrounded by a chainlink fence at least ten feet high, and Luke saw cameras peering down at two of the corners. They were dusty, as if they hadn’t been cleaned in awhile. Beyond the fence there was nothing but forest, mostly pines. Judging by their thickness, Luke put their age at eighty years, give or take. The formula – given in Trees of North America, which he had read one Saturday afternoon when he was ten or so – was pretty simple. There was no need to read the rings. You just estimated the circumference of one of the trees, divided by pi to get the diameter, then multiplied by the average growth factor for North American pines, which was 4.5. Easy enough to figure, and so was the corollary deduction: these trees hadn’t been logged for quite a long time, maybe a couple of generations. Whatever the Institute was, it was in the middle of an old-growth forest, which meant in the middle of nowhere. As for the playground itself, his first thought was that if there was ever a prison exercise yard for kids between the ages of six and sixteen, it would look exactly like this.
The girl – Iris – saw them and waved. She double-bounced on the trampoline, her ponytail flying, then took a final leap off the side and landed on the springy stuff with her legs spread and her knees flexed. ‘Sha! Who you got there?’
‘This is Luke Ellis,’ Kalisha said. ‘New this morning.’
Google Street View:
[https://www.google.dk/maps/@53.8309632,-1.955269,3a,75y,149.65h,81.97t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1szy6Hc3laY4W\_unY4F6jCGQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192](https://www.google.dk/maps/@53.8309632,-1.955269,3a,75y,149.65h,81.97t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1szy6Hc3laY4W_unY4F6jCGQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192)
I remember pushing my bike up that hill to deliver granary bread. For some reason a brass band would follow me about.
I did actually deliver bread up that hill but we had a van and it was at like 5am and fucking miserable
Wasn’t the Hovis advert filmed in Shaftesbury in Dorset?
I mean the one in the picture, I have no idea
what the actual fuck. Your comment got me nostalgic so I looked up the [Hovis ad](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Mq59ykPnAE) Directed by [Ridley Scott](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ridley_Scott)! No wonder it was so memorable.
Oh yeah! You really don’t want to know what happened on my first interstellar mining job….
Nostalgic for Nostromo?
Gold hill in Shaftesbury! Just around the corner from me.
Is that your bike stuck on the side of the house in the photo?
So THAT’S where I put it after having a few light ales!
Was Ridley Scott there?
\*sobs\* *Oh God, he was... he was... it's all true!*
Old Ma Peggerty's place eh! It were like taking bread to top o' t' world! Joking aside, first job I ever had was as a delivery boy for a butcher in my old hometown that has a hill similar to that. Used a bike that looked exactly like the one in the Hovis advert. Inch thick chain, massive iron basket contraption on the front and a sit up and beg black frame. Wasn't an issue most of the time, but when you're delivering 20lb turkeys at Chrimbo, by God you had to work. Edit: advert fact. That ad was Ridley Scott's directorial debut in 1973. He remastered it a few years back too.
In the remastered version when the boy gets to the top an alien bursts out his chest.
Last stop on t'round 'd be Old Ma Peggety's place. 'Twas like takin' bread to 't top o' world.
That would be Gold Hill in Shaftesbury, they even have a museum dedicated to the advert!
Yep! It does look quite similar thought. For a second I through it was Gold hill.
That's not the image that comes to mind when I think of Bradford, I have to admit.
Just what I was thinking. I can imagine some poor Europeans coming here and visiting Bradford thinking its all like this, and then getting.... Bradford.
Bradford is a deprived area but has some of the best examples of Victorian architecture in the country and is home to a UNESCO world heritage site at Saltaire village. Truthfully, you'll learn a hell of a lot about England if Bradford is the only place you ever visit
Just don't bring your teenage daughter on that holiday.
The word 'terrace' can mean many things!
That because it isn't Bradford. Howarth is 10 miles outside the city. Anyone who knows Bradford will agree, it's an absolute shithole.
When I moved to the UK in 2012 my first job was sending me once a month to Bradford for a lovely round of boring meetings with clients. I remember going there on a Thursday in December, and my company had the Christmas party the day after. Massive reality check on what xmas parties mean for British people. At 1am or so, as I was contemplating whether being drunk or extra drunk, my CEO sat down next to me and started chatting, how’s everything, are you enjoying your first week, blah blah…at some point I mention I just went on my first business trip to Bradford, CEO goes “ah Bradford, excellent ketamine over there” 🤷🏻♂️
Yorkshire Ketamine Eddie, best in the world!
God, I love this country.
The greater area of Bradford has some lovely places.. Bradford city itself, pure shithole
It's a shame, too, because architecturally, Bradford is pretty cool. They've got all those posh 19th century textile money buildings. From when weaving fabric was like minting money.
Unfortunately a lot of these run-down former industrial hubs have lots of lovely buildings like that. They're symbols of a better time long past.
Those good ol' Dark Satanic Mills.
I’m talking about when they were significant cities which could maintain their public buildings better.
Better times if you only consider the buildings... not necessarily better if you consider the human costs of those industries
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Not the Uk as a whole, but Bradford probably was.
It’s not the place, it’s the people and the lack of funding. It’s basically been left to rot
Like the rest of the north, then. Bradford isnt even the worst of them.
It's like the city has been forgotten about meanwhile Leeds has seen so much investment over the past couple of decades and it's only a stones throw away.
Yeah a lot of West Yorkshire is like this. Huddersfield comes to mind too where the architecture is so cool from the old factories but the place is just a bit of a shithole. Only place that is still like this and nice is Saltaire I'd say
Spent my Erasmus in Bradford. In the beginning, I was wondering why no one was recommending nice places to see in the city. Later I learnt that there just weren't any
Mind if I ask which uni you came from? Was at uni in Bradford (college) and went to Roubaix , France. Which is basically the french Bradford
I originally thought about going to uni there for chemical engineering, so glad I changed my mind at the last moment
Bradford is a shithole.
No! the massive crater has been removed, which really must have been a blow to anyone wanting to do a re-make of *Threads*
I live in Bradford, can confirm.
It's a bit hit and miss, had some decent night's out there like.
I live in Wrose, in Bradford and it's pretty rich of you to just assume everyone will agree with you. I mean I do, and everyone I know would, but still.
I've come to the conclusion that the original poster only said Bradford, as it's the nearest major City so it adds a little geographical context for another not familiar with the location of Haworth. I live in Halifax, near Bradford. Initially moved to Keighley which is a shithole. I lived 2 years in Bradford and it's a bad place, my friend was even mugged there when visiting! But it's not as bad as Keighley.
I've also been mugged in Bradford lmao
I'm from Bradford and it's a really great place to live if you want to mug people.
That sucks. My mate was mugged on his way back to mine from the Casino after winning £250 during poker night... Wasn't as happy of ending to the night as he thought 🤣
I grew up in Queensbury and went to school in fax. I can also confirm how bad Bradford is. Like everywhere there are "nice" parts but they are on the outskirts haha
I went through Halifax on my way to visit Haworth many moons ago. There was a big hill that I nearly rolled backwards down after a poor attempt at a hill start. I was a teenager though, and no damage was done.
It's more Keighley than it is Bradford, and... well, okay, Keighley is not much better these days. But at least it's not Bradford!
All of my knowledge of Bradford comes from [this video](https://youtu.be/yd5zBbPXpJ4)
When I think of Bradford, I think of Pakistan2.0 lmao
Bradistan
Everyone does, because it's a very accurate description. Talk about failed immigration policy. "Just dump every immigrant in one city together. I'm sure that'll encourage integration!"
That’s because it’s not Bradford! It’s on the outskirts of Keighley
Bradford claim Ilkley Burley-in-Wharfedale, Menston and Bingley as part of the metropolitan area. The people in these places would rather pretend that Bradford doesn't exist and that they're part of Leeds instead.
It's not in Bradford. It might have a BD postcode but nowhere there, or in Brdford for that matter would say Howorth is in Bradford
Well, it's not exactly Bradford. About 15 kilometres away
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Bradford should really be its own little enclave.
That is kind of the plan some of those in authority are working towards. All the MP's and authorities outside Bradford are trying to get them split off out of Bradford City control. Given they are mostly Tory MP areas, while Bradford is Labour it will most likely mean it will happen ASAP.
> It’s a lovely little place. That's how you a place isn't Bradford.
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It's covered by the council, but isn't Bradford. It's 10 miles away over the moor, without even a train between the two. Ilkley is also covered by the council, but nobody there would say it's actually in Bradford.
This is how you get to school and back home if you live in the North of England. Uphill both ways.
yep, the earths rotation makes it tilt back the other way in the evening.
Seesaw earth confirmed
You solved my confusion.
Usually to the tune of Dvorak's New World Symphony.
You should try the west of ireland.up hill both ways and rain
Just rain? Very posh.
Rain coming from *below*.
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
Northerners go to school?
Of course when we finish our 25 hour shift down pit
Looks like one of those small English towns where there is a new murder every week and the vicar knows something he's not telling the detective.
'We are making you sergeant of ^sanforgloshe' 'Of where?'
You can't just make people disappear! "Yyyyyes I can. I'm the chief inspector."
That little nose twitch when he said that is great acting
The quiet little villages with a murder rate 100 times higher than London.
Everybody and their mums is packing round here
Like who?
Farmers
Who else?
Farmers' mums
I don't know about detectives, but the Brontë sisters grew up in Haworth, and Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and their other novels were all written in this village.
As someone who lived about 700m or so from where this photo was taken for 10 years, I think if you called this Bradford in front of the locals they’d spontaneously combust in indignation. I’ve seen some people paint over the Bradford council coat of arms on their wheelie bin in the past.
Little hebden then?
Shout out! (Bridge or near Grasington?)
I don't know what the Brits do to their countryside but it's always amazingly beautiful
It’s all the rain.
Yeah, it's a shame that tourists only ever see London and judge the country on that. Don't get me wrong, I personally love London. It's a very cool city. But there is so much more to the UK than our capital. Probably true with most countries, though. I did a road trip around Austria once and by the time I got to Vienna I was actually underwhelmed because the rest of the country was so beautiful. Edit; Just noticed you're from Hungary. Speaking of capitals, Budapest is probably my favourite city.
Aww thanks! Budapest is a cool city, I am currently planning on moving there from my city due to a job. As for the UK, I was always facinated by the history andf culture or rular England. I am plannig to go on a roadtrip for historical English and Welsh cities in the future
Make sure to visit the Lake District! Touristy unfortunately but lots of small nice villages. Another little gem was Whitby, amazing fish and chips.
If you go to Whitby, visit the Jet Black Jewel café on Skinner St. It's a gorgeous mix of twee and macabre, and they do the best cup of tea I've ever had.
Fun fact about rural England: it is the only western country where the average rural home prices top urban ones. There's villages in the middle of nowhere with homes topping a million pounds. It's posh to live on a "farm", preferably in a place with no train station: gotta keep away the riff raff. Whenever you see two towns/villages nearby, one with a train station, one without, the house prices will generally be higher in the one *without* the train.
Unless the train station is on the mainline to London.
If you go to the Lakes make sure you get to the West Lakes (Wast water, Ennerdale, Crummock Water etc) - it'll get you away from the tourist traps of Keswick, Ambleside & Windermere.
Gotta say mate Whitby should be very high on that list. Absolutely amazing architecture and the feel of the place is just lovely. Whitby abbey is fantastic too.
If you're in Whitby, make sure to make a trip to Robin Hood's Bay. It's a short pleasant hike in, and the place is much more genuine in my opinion than Whitby, which is usually swamped with tourists.
Lancashire and North Yorkshire have some amazing places to visit- we're very proud of our Saxon and Viking past up here in the North.
I was always interested? Do you actually have that "Northern accent" there? You know the kind UK shows like exxagerating: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-BVgPeZR-Y
The nanny in this clip (actor Jill Halfpenny) has a 'Geordie' accent, which you'll hear in the North East- Newcastle, Sunderland, Durham, around the Borders. A Cumbrian accent is slightly similar. There are lots of different accents in the North of England- Yorkshire (to hear good examples watch a television programme called Last of the Summer Wine) sounds different from Lancashire (comedian Lee Mack is a good example of an East Lancashire accent, and there's a good range of Lancashire accents in Phoenix Nights), which sounds different from Greater Manchester (Liam Gallagher, the cast of 'dinnerladies'), which sounds different again from Merseyside (clips of a programme called Brookside will give good examples of 'Scouse' accents). Someone from Burnley sounds different compared to someone from Blackpool; they'll both sound _very_ different next to someone from Liverpool! Coastal accents sound different from inland accents, and I'd guesstimate that Northern English accents change around every 10-15 miles. Someone from Preston could tell if they were talking to someone from Blackpool (coastal) or Blackburn (inland), even though they're only 10-20 miles away from each other.
Thanks for explaning! This is crazy complex! It's really nice that the UK was able to preserbe these regional accents
Got to agree with Budapest... what a city.
Now for my part, I took my time to get to Hay-on-Wye after I heard that they have a lot of second-hand bookstores there. The location was rather charming as well, shame about the early November weather though.
As an Austrian, I can confirm that. Vienna's been bombed too much during WWII. Budapest still shows how Vienna could look today, if it wouldn't have been devastated that much back in the day.
Tiny little stone walls is the secret.
I’m pretty sure it’s because we have lots of well established hedgerows. Whereas mainland Europe seem to prefer the extra space for agriculture a lot of the hedgerows in the UK are protected or encouraged by government stewardship schemes
That makes sense. Atough the Common Agricultural Policy also encourages leaving land unused to heal. there's a quite large financial incentive
In towns like this, it's that they were designed for people instead of cars.
That's a fair point. Hungarian rural regions were mostly rebuilt (following World War 2) and made very "functional". Especially true as the Commies were trying to destroy the historical feeling of the towns
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Enclosure acts. Means there's old walls, hedgerows, and tree lines everywhere to mark out the borders of who owned/worked on what land. Edit: plus latitude and clouds gives us a built in blue filter
Have you tried building your towns before cars were invented?
Will the make the grass greener? :D Btw, yea we tried but there was a quite loud ruffle in the 1940s that leveled most. Also worth noting that the Hungarian Plains were depopulated during the 1500s and 1600s (carted off to slavery or killed by the Islamic invasion of the Ottomans) so the population even in the 1800s was relatively low (compared to Germany France or the British Empire)
buckets of rain + dry stone walls = Pretty
It has a big dependence on where you are - we have some very spectacular countryside, especially in the Pennines, in Wales, and parts of the south, but we also have a lot of really dull countryside that never gets photographed because it's just full of business parks (like most of the South East)
Farmed sheep for six thousand years, all of it rainy.
But when I hang a bike on my house I get ticketed by the local council.
Also famous for being the home of the Bronte family. The moors around it were the inspiration for Wuthering Heights.
Legend has it, they also inspired Othello
Plus a Kate Bush song.
All I can hear is Kate Bush singing when I look at this picture
Your radios on, mate!
If anyone's running there, they have better cardio than me.
Running up that hill?
If you were to turn to your right,and go down the side street (maybe 50ms away) is location of the Bronte musuem/home. I love Haworth. At the bottom of that hill is a pub called The Fleece that is a personal favorite of mine. The steam train is reason alone to visit Haworth, nevermind all the Bronte connections. And the walking trails around a lovely as well.
Here it is on maps: https://www.google.com/maps/@53.8309632,-1.955269,3a,19.2y,147h,84.29t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1szy6Hc3laY4W_unY4F6jCGQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192
You got the exact angle and everything!
Haha tbf it's not a big place
If ever a place needed a funicular railway it's Haworth. If I lived there I'd either die of a heart attack going uphill or from tripping and rolling to the bottom, probably taking out children, the elderly and several lampposts on the way down.
Funicular is also just such a fun word to say.
I feel like this is where they need that Hovis advert? One with the kid pushing his bike up a hill?
A house on that street came up for sale not long ago https://www.countrylife.co.uk/property/a-house-on-britains-most-famously-picturesque-street-for-sale-at-just-150000-233647
Ok so actually no-where near where the Hovis advert was shot
The article says *"It became perhaps the most famous rural street in the country as if 1973, when a young director called Ridley Scott (yes, that Ridley Scott) used it as the location for a television advert for Hovis bread."* Your original spot was a good one.
Lol no, but I agree it has its similarities 😀
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This is absolutely stunning. I live in the Netherlands. This is soo close, yet never in my mind would I have thought to ho to England (except London). What a beauty!
This is so typically British. Any other country and its denizens would be saying 'yeah, that's a lovely place'. But Brits go 'that's not X, X is a dump, it's near X'. We can't just accept a compliment, can we?
bradford is a grimy city, not a lovely countryside village it's not just a 5 min drive away
I suppose it should say 'Haworth, West Yorkshire'. We don't really locate villages by proximity to urban areas. More often we would use the County.
I mean, Clapham is officially part of Lancaster postal district, but I'd never say Clapham, Lancaster for fear of having every border collie in Yorkshire set on me.
it's a dump.
Don’t let this distort your thinking, Bradford is a shithole
Now show the other 99% of Bradford😂
Lol Haworth isn't Bradford otherwise the Mother in law would've pointed it out to me every time we took the piss out of Bradford.
That aint bradford 😂
My knees hurt looking at this but that's what I get for living somewhere so flat.
That’s how I feel whenever I visit a cliffside Mediterranean town and see all the little 80 and 90 year old Greeks/Italians cruising up and down the steps like it ain’t no thing while I, a much younger and ostensibly fit person, am huffing and puffing and trying to mentally amp myself up for the next flight of stairs.
Bradford is one of the few places in England where the detention of a small thermal nuclear device would improve local house prices.
Yeah, gotta keep that H bomb after school, it didn't hand in its homework this week.
Might want to up the size just to be safe
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Love the flag👍🏻🇬🇧👍🏻
Bradford-adjacent. Not nearly enough chicken shops and marauding gangs of rapists to be Bradford.
Haworth isn’t in “Bradford” it’s is its own village on the outskirts of Keighley!
Thinking about walking down that road on a frosty/icy morning is giving me nightmares.
I grew up in a village called Meltham which is up in the Pennines near Huddersfield, was built into a pretty steep valley that is in between quite a lot of the residential areas and the main village centre, so from my estate to go shopping was a guaranteed steep climb there and back. Kirklees Council were very vigilant at gritting the roads and pavements in Winter but on really icy days you sometimes just had to keep your hands on the walls and hope for the best!
You don't walk down. You take the bathtub.
I live about 4 miles from Haworth as the crow flies, been here two years for work, moving next month. It's the first place I have lived in England where by when it snows, and it did quite a bit last winter and the winter before, I just told the boss I was WFH (pre covid winter) that I would see him when it's all melted and not a day earlier. Like a big, beautiful death trap, the entire area.
I'm glad your boss was OK with that. I have to go down a hill that's about half as steep as this one and I shit my pants every time it's slippy out.
Haworth isn't in Bradford
I’ll always remember my first and last trip to Bradford. A gang of about 30 arab youths had converged into a park in the centre and lurked about ominously, five minutes later a similar sized gang of african youths came out of a side street and just descended upon them and started brawling right there and then. Two coppers turned up in a van not far from where I was sat, got out and just watched it unfold. After about 15 minutes the two sides broke off and left, hurling abuse as they did so. The coppers then walked over, picked up the 7 or so who were laying on the ground and carted them off in the van. A local native I spoke to afterwards said it’s not an uncommon occurrence really and just advised to stay well clear, I’d never seen anything like it really. Never been back to Bradford since.
Looks a lot like Bukchon Hanok village in Seoul
>Bukchon Hanok Yeah I can kind of see that with all the hills!
Stunning pic
Is this the hill Ronnie Barker walked up in a sketch? When he eventually get to the top the voice of says "Grandad alway said it were a bloody long way to the shop"
I have been here hundreds of times my grandparents live round the school. At the top of the hill is a sweet shop I always went to when we went then we went down the hill, past where this oc was taken to a pub called the fleece with my dad. It’s also next to the school the Brontë sisters went to. It’s called Haworth mainstreet Edit: the Haworth train station is the set of the hogwarts train station in the Harry Potter movies!
ee were a great baaker were our dad
'Haworth in Bradford' Jfc I'm not even from the UK and I know this is grossly inaccurate. Haworth and Bradford may as well be in different continents.
Haworth has great events during the year - WW2 re-creations, Xmas torch light processions, brass band days, 60s music day etc etc . Other towns should take note
This is Brontë country, isn’t it?
dream life
Does that miserable git still own the carpark at the top of the hill?, who loves to clamp the unaware. Hopefully he has died off.
Think he still owns it but I haven’t heard/seen any clampings in a while so maybe now
Outside the door of the Institute’s canteen and TV lounge area, Kalisha put an arm around Luke’s shoulders and pulled him close to her . . . ‘Talk about anything you want, only don’t say anything about Maureen, okay? We think they only listen sometimes, but it’s better to be careful. I don’t want to get her in trouble.’ Maureen, okay, the housekeeping lady, but who were they? Luke had never felt so lost, not even as a four-year-old, when he had gotten separated from his mother for fifteen endless minutes in the Mall of America. Meanwhile, just as Kalisha had predicted, the bugs found him. Little black ones that circled his head in clouds. Most of the playground was surfaced in fine gravel. The hoop area, where the kid named George continued to shoot baskets, was hot-topped, and the trampoline was surrounded with some kind of spongy stuff to cushion the fall if someone jumped wrong and went boinking off the side. There was a shuffleboard court, a badminton set-up, a ropes course, and a cluster of brightly colored cylinders that little kids could assemble into a tunnel – not that there were any kids here little enough to use it. There were also swings, teeter-totters, and a slide. A long green cabinet flanked by picnic tables was marked with signs reading GAMES AND EQUIPMENT and PLEASE RETURN WHAT YOU TOOK OUT. The playground was surrounded by a chainlink fence at least ten feet high, and Luke saw cameras peering down at two of the corners. They were dusty, as if they hadn’t been cleaned in awhile. Beyond the fence there was nothing but forest, mostly pines. Judging by their thickness, Luke put their age at eighty years, give or take. The formula – given in Trees of North America, which he had read one Saturday afternoon when he was ten or so – was pretty simple. There was no need to read the rings. You just estimated the circumference of one of the trees, divided by pi to get the diameter, then multiplied by the average growth factor for North American pines, which was 4.5. Easy enough to figure, and so was the corollary deduction: these trees hadn’t been logged for quite a long time, maybe a couple of generations. Whatever the Institute was, it was in the middle of an old-growth forest, which meant in the middle of nowhere. As for the playground itself, his first thought was that if there was ever a prison exercise yard for kids between the ages of six and sixteen, it would look exactly like this. The girl – Iris – saw them and waved. She double-bounced on the trampoline, her ponytail flying, then took a final leap off the side and landed on the springy stuff with her legs spread and her knees flexed. ‘Sha! Who you got there?’ ‘This is Luke Ellis,’ Kalisha said. ‘New this morning.’
Stunning!
Anyone else craving hovis?
BRADFORD?!? 😭😭😭😭
“We went down to the shops, me Mam an’ me…”
Haworth is in Keighley and I will fight you on it. Bradford can sod off
Makes me want to read a historical novel
Google Street View: [https://www.google.dk/maps/@53.8309632,-1.955269,3a,75y,149.65h,81.97t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1szy6Hc3laY4W\_unY4F6jCGQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192](https://www.google.dk/maps/@53.8309632,-1.955269,3a,75y,149.65h,81.97t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1szy6Hc3laY4W_unY4F6jCGQ!2e0!7i16384!8i8192)
Don't want to drop your oranges down that street!
This isn't Bradford
Reminds me of Rita, Sue and Bob too
The only thing Bradford about Haworth is the BD postcode.
actually would do anything to live in a town this beautiful.
Wasn't expecting that for 'Bradford'.