After my Bronte adventures last weekend, it seemed fitting to go and see Jane Eyre this weekend. So after a lovely day of market-wanderings (post to follow shortly), I whisked myself of to the cinema. The thing is, I have never been to the movies by myself before. It always seemed like a social thing, an excuse for an outing with friends. So off I went, on my own, to watch Jane Eyre.
It was stunning, completely beautiful - such magnificent photography. But the story is still sad! It is hear-breaking to watch poor Jane struggle through life, alone and lonely. When I got up to leave, rugged up in my shawl and out in the cold windy night, I could't help feel a little Jane-like, facing the Saturday night cinema crowd alone, then trudging up the hill, nose running in the night air. So when I got home, I rushed to my computer and skyped my 'Mr. Rochester'.