It had been snowing all week and I thought to myself "It's gonna be a while before I get a run out" but no...on Thursday I heard them making plans and Him telling Her that he'd managed to book a hard standing at Hooks House Farm and we would be there for 3 nights.
On Friday they loaded me up early in the morning and then cleared off for the day, so I'm left wondering have they just forgotten me? But around 5.00pm they get back, fill me water tank up and off we go. Most of the snow seems to have cleared, but I'm still a bit worried about how I'll get them across the North York Moors in the dark, but it proved to be easy...all the snow that was still around was on the fields rather than the road and we got there no problem.
It was dark when we got there and they just pulled up on to the hard standing with the best view...but it was on a slope. Wisely, I thought, they decided to just park me up anyway and then sort things out in the morning. Mind, this decision gave me plenty to smile about overnight as they kept sliding down the bed!!
Before they went to bed they got some home-made chilli out of my fridge, heated it up and scoffed it in minutes.
The following morning they worked well together, using wooden chocks provided by the site owners, to level me off before donning boots and walking gear and setting off leaving me to enjoy the wonderful view over Robin Hood's Bay and Fylingthorpe.
When they got back they raved about what a fab time they had had walking about 3 miles or so along the beach with waterfalls caused by the melting snow cascading over the cliff-face, finding loads of fossils, which they proceeded to put in my underseat tray, wonderful fish'n'chips and pints of mucky beer in a lovely old pub called The Laurel.
That evening, which was, of course, Valentines Day She gave Him a wonderful card that she had made with her own fair hands. He gave Her lots of apologies for having got her nothing. Still, they seemed happy enough sipping champagne and chatting for the evening.
The next day they had a bit of a lie in before they went for another walk on the beach, northwards this time I heard them say, collecting more fossils, looking at shells,
having a couple more pints of mucky beer in a different pub (The Dolphin),and Him bragging about how he had been asked by someone called Richard Bacon off the tele to take a couple of photos of him and his friends.
They then watched Mr Smith Goes to Washington and did some of their jigsaw before nodding off for the night.
Monday morning and they pack up by 10 o' clock and surprise me by not going home but parking up in a Whitby. They leave me with a view of the Whale Bones and Whitby Abbey whilst they go off for...yeah you guessed it, fish'n'chips. When they get back they get in and drive me right into the middle of the town and down a dead end street. She stays in the cab and He gets out. "Very odd", I thought. A few minutes later He comes back followed by two women carrying a coffee table and yes, you've guessed it, they turned me into a removals van. Oh the indignity of it!!
As we arrived home, the sun setting behind Penshaw Monument was fantastic, but neither of them could take any photos of it as all their batteries had run down..HaHa..that'll teach them to misuse me!
You can see all of their pictures from this trip here.
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