Rain rain go away, come back another day. It is, in case you haven’t guessed, raining. A bit of a wake up call after the wonderful balmy summer weather of the past month. We wake […]
Day Thirty Six
We leave Yorkshire today, heading north east towards the Lakes District. Chris manages to hand feed a pheasant before we leave. He has wandered in looking for breakfast. Yorkshire has been really beautiful, as lovely […]
Day Thirty Five
We wake to the news of the arrival of Kate and William’s baby boy. The country is in raptures and its very easy to be caught up in the joy of it. Westminster Abbey’s bells […]
Day Thirty Four
We’re still in the Yorkshire Dales today. We start the day with a walk into the local village of Grassington. Very pretty, with cobblestone streets and stone shops winding up steep streets and vast expanses […]
Day Thirty Three
We are on the move again, further into the Yorkshire Dales. The countryside is straight out of the James Herriot series I loved so much as a child. I watched the ABC series many times, […]
Day Thirty Two
Time for a more relaxing pace today. We catch the bus into the next village, Hemden Bridge. The village, also once know as Trouser Town, was once famous for milling and garment work. These days […]
Day Thirty One
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 […]
Day Thirty
We are one third of the way through our holiday, hence our push to go a little further north. The country seems but a dot on the world map, but has proved much larger to […]
Day Twenty Nine
Gosh I can’t believe we have been way for 30 days – it’s gone by in a flash so far. Makes me wonder if the next 60 will fly by just as fast. Still trying […]
Day Twenty Eight
Chris seems to have pulled something in his knee so no long walk today. Instead I took the opportunity to take my new Pilates gear for another run. Feel a bit of a dill doing […]
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