Kildwick, Haworth and the biggest curry house in the world

Monday - Tuesday

We crossed the Pennines from Lancaster into Yorkshire to arrive at my oldest mates, Roy, who lives with his wife in Callderdale, we have been mates since our boy scouting days and we where also great speedway fans (as well as the TOON). But both are in Education (giving not taking) so this meant that we had the next day (Tuesday ) free to roam.
Linda wanted to visit her Aunts grave who had just recently died and her ashes had been interred in a small village near Keighley called Kildwick

It took no time at all to find it (Kildwick has a church, a pub and a school)  and we also found the memorial plaque of her aunt.

St. Andrews Church and the Garden of remberance to the left

Lind's aunties last resting place

It is a smashing little village, with the church being the cente piece, the village is also cut in half by the canal that once transported wool in one direction and the finished wares in the other.

The swing bridge that you must work to get through

A mother duck watching her duckling taking its swimming lessons

Today it is used for pleasure, canal long boats parking place. The canal also cuts the graveyard in two I suppose you could ask if your top part could be buried on one side and the rest on t' otherside.

Some of the pretty houses made out of yorkshire stone that fronted the canal

We then left that pretty village and headed of to Haworth, the Bronte town. I was aiming to get some goodies from the Old Apothacary, they where unfortunatly closed for renovation, but there was another shop further down the street selling sticks of hard licourice one of my vices.

The do take pride of their houses do the folks of Haworth

I was glad we didn't come at the weekend and as it wasn't tourist season yet you could actually walk up the street without being marched over by camera clicking (not us) japanese.

We went into the Kings Arms for lunch, I remember coming here many years ago for Sunday lunch and it was very good. This time I only wanted a snack as we where going out for a real Bradford curry that evening.

The inside of the Kings Arms (wonder what they have done with the rest of him?)

A small snack????

So I chose the Yorkshire pudding with roast beef, did I say a snack, the Yorkie was as big as the plate and full with roast beef and gravy, that was very tasty. After lunch, we went to the olf parsonage, past the church and down the very steep main street. The houses all have their flower pots and it was a very pretty display.

The bakers window with Yorkshire ware

and some more goodies

We passed the Black Bull where Bramwell Bronte used to get himself drunk stupid, a little further down the hill is the home of the Haworth Brass Band unfortunatly not playing today.

We went back to the car park by way of the Mill shop, omnly to find that our car had been clamped, the Bastard is well known and the locals hate him as he is doing the tourist trade no favours, we had not parked in a marked bay, it cost us 90 quid to release it.
So be warned if visiting Haworth watch the parking times and park in the marked bays, BETTER STILL DON'T PARK IN THIS BASTARDS CAR PARK. We then made our way back to Bradshaw going over the tops passing Wuthering Heights (just for Linda you understand)

That evening we had decided (at my wish) to go to the biggest curry house in the world (well they would say that, as I never go out without my tape measure, do you?). I had been there at Christmas and they really do have something for every taste. Aakash is the name of the place, it is a converted methodist temple and is truely worth a visit, plenty of parking adjacent and inside is fantastic.

The mile long buffet, if you can't find something to catch your fancy you need your head looking at

The upper floor is often used for weddings and the bride and bridegroom sit on the podest in the centre

 

My little mate Callum, Roys and Barbaras Grandson.

Plenty of space

Having a chat after the meal, no hurry, and no one hurrying you!