is the only member of the Bronte family not buried at Haworth.
She was suffering from the early stages of consumption and it
was felt that the change of air might help relieve the symptoms.
Charlotte requested that her friend Ellen Nussey accompany them
on the journey which they began on 24th May 1849. They booked
rooms at the Wood's lodgings, No.2 the Cliff, which today is where
the Grand Hotel (picture below) stands. The plaque marks the site:
"Anne Bronte 1820-1849 Writer died in a house on this site
on May 28th 1849".
the time St Mary's Church was being rebuilt, the funeral service
was held at Christ Church which was close to their lodgings. The
cortege passed through the steep narrow streets before arriving
at St Mary's churchyard.
panoramic photo (right) is taken from Scarborough Castle. It has
The Grand Hotel, Anne's Grave and the Tourist Information Centre
marked. You can also take a 360
tour from the same spot here...
Anne is buried in St Mary's churchyard on the Castle Hill overlooking
the sea, 360
degree view of Anne Brontes grave here...
From May 23rd - June 2nd 1852 Charlotte visited
Filey staying at the lodgings where she and Ellen
had stayed after Anne's death. Visiting Anne's grave
she was annoyed to find that the stone had 5 errors
on the inscription which she instructed to be corrected.
Today, the grave states Anne's age as 28 when it
should be 29, she was born 17th Jan 1820.
THE REMAINS OF
|She died, Aged
Scarborough beach South Bay was an area well known to the Brontes
particularly with Anne who last visited the beach on 26th May
two days before her death. 360°
view of South Bay here...
my foot was on the sands and my face towards the broad, bright
bay, no language can describe the effect of the deep, clear azure
of the sky and ocean...........there was just enough heat to enhance
the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole
sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming
My footsteps were the first to press the firm, unbroken sands;
nothing before had trampled them since last night's flowing tide
had obliterated the deepest marks of yesterday, and left it fair
and even, except where the subsiding water had left behind it
the traces of dimpled pools, and little running streams.........
......I should soon have been deluged with spray. But the
tide was coming in; the water was rising; the gulfs and lakes
were filling; the straits were widening: it was time to seek some
Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte.