Two for the price of One.

Two for the price of One.

The title merely refers to the fact that due to having no wifi in our accommodation last night we were unable to post anything on how we were proceeding.

This morning's weather was still dismal. Cozy behind the thick walls of our cottage we did not hear the wind and rain that was outside. After a light breakfast and a few chores we headed off to one of Sandra's favourite places, Fountains Abbey.

Charlotte was at her very best at the start of the journey finding not only narrow, winding, vision impaired roads  but also ones that went up step gradients though Tony did jinx it further.

Charlotte was also thrown into a spin when the party drove along a new section of the A1(M) road. This Charlotte did not recognise and was constantly telling the team to do a U turn. Eventually the road returned to areas Charlotte did acknowledge. However she did try her very best to send us the long into Fountains Abbey itself.

Having reached the Abbey there is little to say apart from it was amasing. By this time the weather had cleared, the rain had gone and the wind had died, making conditions ideal to walk around the extensive grounds of this site and simply enjoy.

After some considerable time, the Entourage drove me to our lodgings and then to dinner at a local carvery. A good meal was had by all with the rhubarb crumble and treacle sponge deserving special mention.

Quote of the Day;
"Oh she has sent us along worse roads. It's not like there are logging trucks coming the other way."; Tony to Sandra the driver, one minute before 3 logging trucks came the other way at short intervals.

Drinks of Note;
Black Sheep - a honey coloured ale,slightly chilled, crisp clean taste finishing with a hint of nuts and hops.
Yorkshire Rascal - a dark honey coloured ale with a light bitter taste finishing strongly with the taste of hops and a hint of orange.

Our alarm clock.

Because Marcus asked.

Fountains Abbey.









Beth making friends with Alaistar (she named him).

A local frog.

Comments

  1. jenjen25 April 2018 at 15:14

    I see sunshine! Maybe the logging trucks are part of a Truman type arrangement and are following you around the country waiting for the best (worst) moment to approach, "Cue, trucks..." (Marcus didn't feel the need to wear the frog on his head?)

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