derbyshire {part two} : our visit to jane eyre's "thornfield"

our wonderful b&b host recommended we visit haddon hall.

i knew this manor had been used in the bbc's version of jane eyre,

but once i started walking around i had a serious suspicion that

this was also "thornfield" in the most recent jane eyre film.

oh. my. heart. but i couldn't verify it {since i was mistrusting google at the moment}.

what i did know is that i loved haddon hall so much more than chatsworth.

it's so much older {one wall dating back to the 11th century!}

and has more of a magical and mysterious feel. i can totally see

why haddon hall would be a perfect candidate for "thornfield."

a few days later when we were on our flight home, lucky for me,

one of my movie choices was jane eyre!

so my mom, my sister, and i all watched jane eyre and were

having oh so much fun pointing out all of the very places we had been:

in the chapel where the marriage is interrupted, in that large room with beautiful green window panes,

in the kitchen where the servants are busy preparing for unexpected guests,

looking over the countryside where a horse got spooked, and jane desperately runs away,

the large dining hall with beautiful wood panelling, the gardens {the gardens!}, 

the little "house" where rochester finds refuge after the fire, and on and on and on.

so glad we made it here.

watch this little featurette below and see if you can see the similarities between my photos and the movie set

plain jane...

this book deserves my very favorite adjective : haunting.
from the moment jane was locked in the red room where she passed out from fear
to her first meetings with the mysterious, yet magically open with jane, mr. rochester,
i was intrigued with images of foggy mornings and evenings at thornfield hall
and near-death incidents brought on by an unknown/unseen member of the household.
as the seasons passed and jane battled her growing love for her master.
i loved her brain and her attempts to save her own heart and let reason rule...
but oh how i was relieved when both heart and mind won her over in the end.

i finished the final pages rejoicing in such a happy union {full of tension, of course}
and was happy to finally make my way to the theater for a matinee viewing of the
newest film version of this story.
was happy indeed with how it turned out...i thought it very haunting indeed.
as with all films adapted from novels, many details were left out, but i didn't mind at all.
i could fill in the blanks and it felt incredibly accurate.

the thoughts that are lingering in my mind and body after both book and movie are this:
i am in love with a plain jane, and have found a renewed love of my own plainness.
my obsession with england grows as i think more of the countryside and its moors...can't wait for summer.
conversation is my deepest desire...i want to talk and talk and talk with those i love most.
tension is what i crave...i love doubt and faith, courage and faint hearts, strong and weak.
i love a good ghost story {when i'm not alone or in the dark}.
i am more determined to someday have a little orchard and spend a night here and there in candlelight.
strangely i am trying to figure out why this book left me loving things that are harsh and rough...i have yet
to fully digest these feelings.

some favorite quotes i jotted down:

will be thinking of jane for months to come. thank you, nadia.