A sunset 161 years ago

Picture Source: The Scarborough Connection

There are many memorable little anecdotes of Anne Brontë's last trip to Scarborough, the one from which she would never return. The one we cherish the most is the one that places her the day before her death watching

the most glorious sunset ever witnessed. The castle on the cliff stood in proud glory, gilded by the rays of the declining sun, the distant ships glittered like burnished gold, the little boats near the beach heaved on the ebbing tide waiting for occupants. The view was so grand, so fine, so far beyond description the dear invalid was drawn in her easy chair to the window to enjoy the scene with her friends. Her face became illumined almost as much as the glorious scene she gazed upon. . .

according to Ellen Nussey, who was there.

If that scene had been put at the end of a book, all sorts of deep meanings and interpretations would have been put forth and discussed, so symbolic and powerful it is.

Rest in peace in your perfect place for sunset-watching, Anne.

Categories: Anne Brontë, Reminder