Weaving Webs in Childhood

Charlotte Brontë. Source: British Library

We wove a web in childhood

A web of sunny air

We dug a spring in infancy

Of water pure and fair

Charlotte Brontë

I head off on the footpath from the near empty car park towards the village. My memories of the last time I was here are vague to say the least; a weekend trip with my mum and grandmother, my siblings in…