Behaving in a most ungentlemanly fashion, Branwell Brontë overtakes his sister’s friend and bounds across the moors. Unlikely to see this scene recreated in tonight’s To Walk Invisible, since the new biopic starts well after the manifestation of Branwell’s self-destructive addictions.
How come when I’m out yomping in the Lake District or Peak District I never meet anybody leaping about looking like MK? It’s mostly sheep and rabbits that greet me.
Alas, nor did I while visiting the Yorkshire Dales.