Worth Valley is a ward on the western extremity of the Bradford Metropolitan District area. It is named after the River Worth that runs through the valley to the town of Keighley where it joins the River Aire In the north it is bounded by North Yorkshire, in the west by Lancashire and in the south by Calderdale District.
It contains the Keighley villages of Oakworth, Oldfield, Haworth, Cross Roads, Oxenhope and Stanbury; areas of farmland; and large expanses of moorland. Its attractive villages, particularly Haworth and its Pennine landscape are at the heart of Brontë Country and attract many visitors.
The Worth Valley has the Keighley and Worth Valley heritage railway running through it from Keighley to Oxenhope and has been used in several films, including The Railway Children, Yanks, the film of the Pink Floyd musical The Wall and an episode of the long-running situation comedy, The Last of the Summer Wine.
Kris Hopkins was a councillor in the until his resignation in May 2010 having been elected to Parliament for the Keighley constituency)
| Worth Valley | |
|---|---|
| Councillors | |
| 1st: Peter Hill (Conservative Party) | |
| 2nd: Kris Hopkins (Conservative Party) | |
| 3rd: Glen Miller (Conservative Party) |
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