I'm obsessed with British people and British movies and British books and British-y things like tea and the BBC. If it comes from England, it is somehow a million times cooler.
Except I've never actually been to England....until now. This spring I am going there. To England. I AM GOING TO ENGLAND. The land of Jane Austen and Adele. Red double-decker buses and windswept moors. Tea and crumpets. Beautiful accents and Colin Firth.
JB and I collaborated on the itinerary. Then he books the planes/transportation and lets me book the hotels because I might possibly have a teeny tiny control freak problem when it comes to hotels meeting my standards. Or so I've heard.
But JB has been awesome throughout the planning because while we are seeing what he wants to see, he's been so nice about letting me
I just felt deep down in my overly-sentimental heart that it would not be a trip to England if I didn't get to see a windswept moor. Am I right? And it follows that one of the best places to see a windswept moor should be the home village of the queens of windswept moors, right?
So we're going to Haworth! Home of the Bronte sisters!! JB was surprisingly accommodating about this stop, considering I've subjected him to every Jane Eyre adaptation ever made (except this one! who else is super excited about it??) and he refuses to see any more of them. Or any more Austen adapations...did I mention we're going to Bath, too?
But about Haworth. Jane Eyre is my favorite novel of all time and I just couldn't not see Charlotte Bronte's home. So we're going and we're staying here:
It has IVY. And it dates back to 1752! It's called Rosebud Cottage Guest House and it got amazing reviews on TripAdvisor.
I'll fill you in on the rest of our (planned) trip in a future post, but I just had to show you Haworth and the adorable Rosebud Cottage.
And admit something. I'm embarassed to say I have a romanticised notion of Great Britain that I fully blame on BBC movies. In my head I know there's nobody over there walking around in breeches or petticoats (except on those cheesy tours). I know Thornfield doesn't actually exist, just like I know the odds of running into Colin Firth on a street in London are impossibly slim, but those visions are hard to squelch.
In the interest of reality, have any of you been to England, and do you have any recommendations? We'll be in London, Bath, Haworth, the Lake District and Edinburgh.