A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
THE GARDEN OF LOVE:From the intro by Ted Hughes: Glyn Hughes has based his novel on the life of Parson Grimshaw, the notorious precursor of the Rev. Patrick Brontë, at Haworth in West Yorkshire.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns
were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
--'Songs of Experience' - WILLIAM BLAKE 1793
And where is Haworth?" William Grimshaw asked. "A barbaric mountainous place, bleak and dirty. The barren face of that country is a fit emblem of the inhabitants who have no more religion than their cattle," John Lockwood told him.
They say she can be cured with the odours of the cowshed," Molly said hopefully. They tried taking Sarah to one, but as her couch turned she thought she was being placed in the right position for being carried out feet-first for her burial and her eyes flared like a terrified horse's. Next they brought buckets of manure to her bedside, but she fainted from the treatment.
Patrick Brontë and his family arrived the following week. In the same fashion as Grimshaw's arrival in Haworth, they came with laden carts struggling up the steep street, everyone watching wondering what sort of parson this one would turn out to be and knocking on the firebacks to tell neighbours to come out of doors. Immediately Brontë established a sick room for his wife Maria in the new big parsonage by the church.