"Yeh, cool. I'd be up for that," I agreed, "what do you want to take photographs of?"
"Dunno really........ " she replied.
"Oi Northerner, you gotta help me out a little bit, I'm an engineer not an artist ........ can you narrow it down to something..... I dunno...... portraits, action shots, scenery........?" I suggested.
"Errrmmmmm, yes actually I do like taking pictures of scenery," she replied conclusively.
I adopted a 'serious pondering pose' [the one where you rest your forehead on a closed fist] and thought about the different options I could put to the aforementioned 'arty type'.
"Bingo! I got just the place," I shouted jubilantly.
"Where's that then?" asked Sarah hesitantly.
"Haworth Moors. It's got everything; bleak landscape, sheep, snow and it's remote...... let's go."
An hour later, and we were stood on the brow of a hill in the bleak, windy and frozen Haworth Moors. And it soon became apparent that Sarah was not one to suffer for her art. After scaling a snow drift and being outside for ten minutes, I heard her shouting to me as I sat in the car with the heating on, "bloody hell, it's freezing out here, I am not sure how much more I can take."
And so the photography session continued in this vein for a further thirty minutes until Sarah declared, "I can't stand it any longer, I need a coffee."
We proceeded back to the town of Haworth (famous because the Bronte sisters grew up there), and walked down the main street until we finally find a nice looking cafe.
Pic.No.1 Me in nice-looking cafe
Pic.No.2 Sarah in nice-looking cafe recovering from frostbite
Despite the cold, and the whining northerner, it was a great day out and I thought you might like a sneaky peek at some of the pictures we took (her's were obviously better than mine because she is an arty swot).
SARAH AND ANNE'S PICTURE GUIDE TO THE HAWORTH MOORS AND HAWORTH TOWN
Vid.No.1. Sarah sneakily videoed me whilst pretending to take a picture of the Christmas tree in Haworth
Pic.No.3. The bleak Haworth Moors
Pic.No.4 Remote road on Haworth Moor
Pic.No.5. Lake on Haworth Moor
Pic.No.6. Looks like this picture was taken in black and white, but it wasn't
Pic.No.7 Everywhere I go, I encounter sheep
Pic.No.8 Everywhere I go, I also have to encounter a sheep attack
Pic.No.9. Sarah in action, not suffering for her art
Pic.No.10 Main street in Haworth
Pic.No.11 Me trying to find Sarah a coffee shop because she was whining
Pic.No.12 Bronte Parsonage where the Bronte's lived
Pic.No.13. Church tower next to Bronte's house
Pic.No.14 Church yard with arty bench
Pic.No.15. Haworth graveyard, prompting the joke; 'this the dead centre of Haworth', and 'people are dying to get in here.'
Pic.No.16. I can't belive that some treehugger actually took the time to write this book. What a load of pap, and if you look closely you can see a picture of a guinea pig on the front which makes it even sadder. Who would want to crystal heal a bloody guinea pig?
Anyway, today is the day after boxing day (despite the late posting) and tomorrow I am back off to the civilised south. I hope you have enjoyed your jaunt up north as much as I have.