
"Oh Haworth Heath, oh haven of perfect peace; a place to where I go when the pressures of everyday life weigh heavily upon my shoulders and my burden becomes too great to bear. It a place of scented flowers hidden among the hay and sweet smelling grasses that tickles the unsuspecting ear in the spot where I place my head. To rest upon the still ground on the edge of Bronte Moor and to listen to the life beneath its sod is to listen to a world of quieter movement. If I stay perfectly still and remain noiseless to all life around, Nature amply rewards me with the sun's rays upon my face and the sweet song of the lark; willing me to smile ever so smugly as the world continues to grind relentlessly at its machines and toil endlessly in the mills and factories of Keighley town beyond. Thank God for allowing me to find Haworth Heath; this wondrous secret spot of heaven in the heart of the industrial north, known only to those precious few who will never divulge its location and who have sworn a sacred oath to take its secret to the next life with them." William Forde: 13th June, 2013.