It’s hot, I’m grumpy and homesick.
We are heading further north though small Yorkshire villages. The
green fields are gorgeous but are fast replaced with stone villages
heavily sooted with centuries of pollution. Chris says its part of their
charm….but all I can smell is pitch and creosote…and I itch for a
high pressure hose. Hmmm.
We end the day in the town of Mytholmroyd, and I take my
frustrations out in a long walk in the heat. Stupidly, as the heat only
makes me crosser.
Not our best day, but as Scarlet would say, tomorrow is another day.
Thank goodness for that.