It’s been a lovely holiday so far. I feel guilty for not blogging much, but I often find myself in that trap where you have left it so long, there is almost too much to write about so it’s a bit daunting and you don’t know where to start. I’ve also been a bit lapse with my images since getting an upgrade on my phone at Christmas (thanks to my husband) that takes half decent photos, it means I tend to use this instead of reaching for my ‘proper’ camera and although the images are fine, they aren’t nearly as good as ones taken with the Nikon.
Anyhow, here’s a little round-up so far:
The Olympics were amazing, we had a fabulous day out with swimming in the morning (second row back!!) and athletics in the evening (again, great seats, I assume because we bought them last minute and they were the ones originally reserved for ‘important people’, who didn’t use them).
We spent the middle part of the day hanging about the wild flower meadows which were just amazing, and generally soaking up the atmosphere. I wont go on, you either managed to get tickets and know how fabulous it was, or you didn’t and probably don’t need me telling you what you missed. I would say, though, it is absolutely worth getting tickets for the Paralympics, or even just park entrance for the day to walk about. I felt very proud to be British.
Which brings me to this photo. Whilst in Yorkshire, on our holidays, I couldn’t help but notice the local news was all about Yorkshire athletes and how they were doing in the Olympics, there was even a mock medals table of how Yorkshire would stand if it were a country, ha ha that did make me laugh!
When we visit, we stay in a family cottage in Burnsall (a small village between Bolton Abbey, where our family farm is, and Grassington, where my Mum’s family all live). A teeny tiny village near Burnsall is Hebden, which is where Andrew Triggs-Hodge is from so we took the obligatory ‘gold post box’ shot, painted to celebrate his gold medal win.
We had a great break in Yorkshire and were generally very lucky with the weather. We spent a huge amount of time driving ‘Up Dale’ towards Kettlewell (in Upper Wharfedale), the thing that I became rather obsessed about were the wildflowers. I always notice how many there are when we are home, but as you travel further up, the limestone and farming schemes (where farmers are paid to leave the meadows to a later date before cutting, to allow the wild flowers to grow and re-seed) mean you can’t miss the beautiful flowers.
I kept meaning to stop and take photos of the roadside ones, and probably drove M mad commenting on this, the problem being the roads are quite narrow and often you are in a convoy of cars following a tractor/bus/person-driving-at-stupidly-slow-speeds, so stopping for me to run out with the camera was very impractical.
One day we drove right over the tops to visit The Forbidden Corner in Leyburn and met these lovely highland cattle lounging around on the road.
The Forbidden Corner is on my top 10 list of things to visit, it’s quite a drive from where we stay but is the best folly garden I have ever visited. It’s great for all ages, with mazes, castles, gardens and (a bit scary for small ones) quite extensive underground tunnels with multiple doors leading to different ‘scenes’. I especially liked all the metalwork sculptures. I am cross I didn’t take more photos, but we were too busy enjoying ourselves. You can see plenty on google images here.
We made time to eat in Bettys twice, once in Harrogate and once in Ilkley, a record for us. I normally just buy lots of fat rascals and bread from the shop area, as the long queues to eat there put me off, we were lucky as there were none at the time we arrived. I am especially fond of the smoked salmon rosti, ideally with a glass if pink champagne. C enjoyed his butter biscuit for pudding.
There was the obligatory breakfast in bed for M’s birthday. As with earlier years this has to be a simple breakfast as M usually chooses a super long bike ride as his birthday treat, followed by a celebration late lunch so can’t eat too much first thing in the morning. This year it was omelette and the tray HAS to be decorated with a Lego Hero and flowers picked from the small cottage garden (always chives as that’s all there is in bloom when we stay!).
And of course, there had to be a visit to Fents in Skipton for fabric. I find Fents very hit or miss, the same supplier of the tweed I buy also supplies them I’ve noticed. The very first year I went there was loads of tweed but it’s been a bit sparse since, with less tweed choice, and often ones I’ve already bought on-line.
I managed a couple of long walks, on one F even came with me, shame it was the one day it absolutely tipped it down, but he did well with only minimal moaning and the promise of goodies when we got back.
Apart from hanging about in Grassington and Bolton Abbey, we also visited Ilkley Lido, White Scar Cave, Harrogate, Harewood House to name but a few. There is never enough time, I find, but that’s often the way of holidays.
M took this photo on our return, it’s my post pile verses his…yes, I did have a few things on order, mainly fabric and zips but I’ll save that for the next post 🙂