Eight: Dent (31/12/08 - 04/01/09)


Long time no move!!

It’s been about 6 weeks since they took me out, and there was I thinking they were getting keen. Still, I suppose they have other things to do as well…what with Christmas and everything.

Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve, they pack me up and at 11.00 they turn my key but, if they ignore me for so long it’s only right that I should take the huff and so I refuse to start. They try again and I’m still refusing to play ball, so they disappear and, about an hour later a cool looking yellow chick sporting AA tattoos pulls into view, and instantly gets me fired up. Worth waiting for, as far as I was concerned, even though they were cussing a bit and worried that things were worse than just a little flat battery.

So, off we set, heading down the A1 again….back to Ripon? The Lakes? Who knows….but we turn right at Scotch Corner onto the A66 so I’m betting the Lakes. A few miles along the A66 they notice that I’m trying to tell them something… It’s been ages since they filled me up and it is only be persistently flashing my petrol light at them I get them to realise my tank is almost empty. Funny thing, though, nowhere to fill up on the A66 after Scotch Corner and it is only by careful free-wheeling and a following wind that they manage to get to an open garage in Kirby Stephen and we can all avoid the embarrassment of getting the AA chick out again…I wouldn’t have minded that, though ;-)

A few more miles after filling up, along some twisty, narrow lanes and we arrive in Dent, a Cumbrian village which is inside the Yorkshire Dales National Park.

The site, High Laning Caravan Park, is ok, but the hard-standing they promised me didn’t materialise. A quick shufty around the site revealed only one of these, right next to toilet block and the farmyard with all it’s tractors and so it was just as well I didn’t get it.

Having settled me down they went off to explore the village and came back full of it…cobbled streets, 3 pubs (good grub was eaten, and several pints of mucky beer drunk in one of them), a brewery, good local shop and lots of houses with Advent Day tableaux in their windows and the path up to the church all nicely decorated.

They also commented on how many houses had outdoor Christmas trees lit up and how lovely it all looked - but he didn't manage to get any decent pics of these - too much mucky beer methinks!!

That evening they settled down to do a bit of jigsaw and then fired up Tomtutor to watch the Jimmy Stewart classic “It’s a Wonderful Life and drink champagne before having a Happy New Year kiss and falling asleep. Happy New Year everyone.

That night the outside temperature fell to -11C but I made sure that they were kept warm all night.

New Year’s Day and they are up bright and early, well 9.00, and after breakfast (boy does she make a good breakfast) they wrap up warm and set off for a walk.

Apparently it turned out to be one of the best walks they’ve done… about 9 miles along frozen tracks, past many a frozen and icicled waterfall and views of all three of the Yorkshire Peaks (Whernside, Pen-y-Ghent and Ingleborough). On getting back well after the sun had set, and checking that I was ok, it was a quick supper and off to bed.

January 2nd and this time they decided to go for a low-level, shorter walk along the River Dee and saw a very colourful sheep

...and after about 5 miles returned to Dent for a lovely hot chocolate in one of the cafes and then, after changing tea in one of the other pubs. And what a tea it was… giant Cumberland sausage – a foot long - and chips. Also in the pub were four men, one with an arm in a sling and one with a dressing over one ear. Turns out that, a very slippy, steep road that Him’n’Her had had trouble walking down the day before because of all the ice on it had proved too much for these guys and their car and it had slid off the road and rolled over about 8 or 9 times into a gully. It ended up on it’s roof but they were able to still open the doors and get out with just a badly cut ear, a broken collar bone and bruising between them. Lucky devils everyone agreed and everyone wondered whether or not their car would have stood up to such an incident.

The following day it was up early, pack everything away and, so I thought, off home. But Him’n’Her just keep on surprising me… instead of home of we went to the Lake District where they parked me up for free with a lovely view of a small river whilst they went to visit one of their favourite places…Lily Tarn. Apparently it was completely iced over, but as beautiful as ever.

On their way up they saw a helicopter landing on a rugby field.

This was followed by a look around Ambleside before they came back to collect me and we all went back to Dent where they cooked supper, having failed to find a pizza place on the way back, even in Kendal where, due to the poor road signage, they went round the one-way system twice before they got on the right road.

The fourth of January was spent taking it easy in the morning and then packing up and returning home – this time without any trouble getting me going and no drama about fuel.

You can see more photos of our New Year trip here

Seven: Ripon (14/11/08 - 16/11/08)

Goodness they’re getting keen. Hardly a week has passed and they’re taking me out again. Can’t wait to see where I end up this time. Oh, we’re heading off down the A1 again….looks like it could be the Yorkshire Dales or the Lakes…depends on what we do when we get to Scotch Corner.

Carry straight on is what we did…I’m guessing fish’n’chips at the Wetherby Whaler for Him’n’Her  and a nice little layby for me. But NO! Before we get that far south we turn off for Ripon.

After navigating Ripon’s odd one-way system, which isn’t made any easier by roadworks and Him guessing when to turn right and left, they eventually end up on the road to Studley Royal and Fountains Abbey, but pull off into River Laver Caravan Park before we get there.

We are given the first hard-standing just inside the road barrier and get onto it ok and within 5 minutes I’m hooked up, gas on and cooking on all burners. They talk about having stayed on this site before when they had an old caravan - whatever one of them is ;-) and how the facilities are very good and that it is within easy walking distance of both Studley Royal and Fountains Abbey and Ripon centre.

On the Saturday, having spent ages talking about how the radio came on when they went to the loo, they went for a walk into Ripon. By all accounts they had a grand time walking along the Riverside and then the Canal bank, taking photos of swans, golden trees in the autumn sun and such like. 

They followed this with a visit to Ripon Cathedral, having first taken some pics of the sun shining right through the stained-glass windows – the sun was on the opposite side of the cathedral to them and they were outside it… so it really did shine right through the place as you can see in this shot.

They also had a look in the horizontal mirror which gives a view of the ceiling in the Cathedral.


When they came back they were raving about the lunch they had at a small eatery called Lockwoods, especially the raspberry champagne cocktail and Pimms and Ginger Beer that they had to drink.

On Sunday I was expecting them to wander off straight after brekkie and for me to spend the day gassing with the neighbours, but no, it’s pack everything away and off by 11.00am. Instead of turning left for the Ripon one-way system and home, however, we turn right and, after a few miles turn right for Fountains Abbey. The car parking is a bit rough’n’ready and full, but they manage to get a space for me by backing me up against some trees. They then go off and, so they told me later, had a wonderful day exploring both the abbey and the grounds of Studley Royal, including parts of it they had never seen before.

        

You can see more of their photos from their jaunt here - Ripon  - Fountains Abbey and Studley Royal


After that it was straight back home and time for a good rest for me.

Six: Remembrance Day (09/11/08)

Up bright and early and off we set for Druridge Bay to spend some time marking Remembrance Day and thinking about Charlie.

Just as we pulled up into the rough’n’ready patch of ground twixt Dunes and beach that serves as a car-park, blow me if a rainbow didn’t appear.
Magical.

Within a few minutes of getting here it was time for the two minute silence, which, I must say, we all observed perfectly.

They then cooked up some bacon sarnies for a late breakfast before going off for a very long walk along the beach and coming back with some lovely driftwood which they have now put in their garden….I can see it when they leave the gate open.

On their return they had a cuppa and read the papers whilst more (fool?)hardy types got rained on as they prepared to go wind-surfing or home after having been wind-surfing.

When the papers had all been read and the cuppas drunk we set off for home and I agreed with them that it was a grand day out, and one Charlie would have really enjoyed.

This is me at Druridge Bay on Remembrance Day
You can see more of our photos of our Remebrance Day at Druridge Bay here.

Five: The Workshop (20/10/08)

Monday, bright and early, well 10.00am and He gets into Her seat and drives off with out topping up my water, loading food and clothes and I was a bit worried, I can tell you. "What's he up to? Where are we going? He's not said anything to me about a trip today"

Turns out, I needn't have worried, the forgetful *&$@ was taking me to the workshop to have my inlet hose replaced. The workshop crew were fine and fixed it in about twenty minutes...but didn't tell Him for a couple of hours...they just let him wander round in the cold...but at least it is all done now and I'll stop getting soggy every time they top up me water tank.

Four: Reeth (17/10/08 - 19/10/08)

It was 8.30am and Him & Her started loading me up and I thought, “wheyaye we’re off again” but when they connected me up to the mains I thought “that’s odd, they’ve never done that before” but I have to assume they know what they’re doing… at least She does when it comes to driving, but I’m still not sure about Him when it comes to operating my systems properly...but then they cleared off and left me plugged in all day.

Anyway, at about 3.30pm He came back, unplugged me, filled up my water tank (staunching my leak by wrapping a towel around my inlet hose) and, strike-a-light, got into Her seat and drove off in me. About 40 minutes later, after he filled me up, we pulled up on a road between a pub and a church and just sat there for about 10 minutes before He changed seats and She got in. Turns out that She was leaving Her car somewhere for a weekend break and they were taking me to Reeth in the Yorkshire Dales.

When they got to Reeth, they missed the turning to the Orchard Caravan Park because it isn’t clearly sign-posted, but with the help of their satnav and some very careful driving with my wing mirrors folded in down a narrow lane, they came to the campsite.

Peter the owner was very friendly and even offered me a tow should I get stuck in the mud as they had had nowt but rain in Reeth for weeks and weeks.

Him and Her thought it was great fun dodging the falling apples (it’s not called the Orchard Caravan Park for nothing ;-0 ) although I wasn’t too keen on them hitting me on the bonce. It was a small site with a few statics, including some from the 1950s, but the showpiece was a big Winnebago with a trailer for a mini attached at the back. They must have found the main way into the site cos there was no way they could have got that monster down that narrow alley I’d successfully navigated.

Him and Her had a lovely walk in the wind and rain on the Saturday and saw a bit of autumn colour as you can see in the picture of the leaves here.

Although the weather wasn't brilliant, they told me that they enjoyed the walk and one of the best things they saw was a caravan painted to blend in with the scenery ...NOT.....you can just make it out in this picture.

Their walk was followed by several pints of mucky beer (or Real Ale as it is better known) in one of Reeth’s excellent pubs and then back to keep me company for the night. He even managed to get everything working right for the first time…gas fire, electric back-up heater, cooker, lights, the whole nine yards! - although he still hadn't sorted out my leak.

He was out bright and early the next morning to get the papers from the village store (opposite which they should have turned left to get to Orchard rather than staying on the main road to Reeth Village Green) and they spent the morning keeping me warm and reading the papers.
They tried to get me out of the Orchard on their own but it was far too muddy and, before they’d managed to dig me in completely, Peter and his trusty 4X4 came and gave me a tow and so we set off home again.