Fifteen: Leyburn (08/05/09 - 10/05/09)

What's happening? - It's a Thursday evening, 7 o'clock to be precise, and He's come out and after just a few minutes has managed to unlock the water filler cap and filled me tanks up. Oohh...we're off on an overnight trip. But NO!! He just disappears back into the house and leaves me all expectant.

The sun sets, the moon rises, the moon sets, the sun rises and a few hours later He comes out and start loading me up...so a quick start this morning was what last night was all about. But NO!! He disappears back into the house and I'm left on the cusp again! About 5.00pm both Him'n'Her come out, get on board (with Her in the driver's seat, naturally) and we're off heading south down the A1.

An incident-free hour-and-a-half later and we arrive at Craken House Caravan and Camping Site near Leyburn. Marjorie shows us the lower caravan filed and tells us to pick one of the last remaining three pitches - I opt for the one nearest the small pond so Him'n'Her can watch the ducks dabbling and cows drinking. This is a lovely little site and I'll definitely be bringing them here again, even though the facilities are not in the luxury category - but they did agree that the showers were the best they'd had on any site so far...plentiful hot water and free.

We had wonderful views of the surrounding countryside, including being able to see Middleham Castle, which just added to the loveliness of the site.

After a nice bowl of chilli, Him'n'Her go off for a short walk and arrive back in time to see a red moon rise with me. Yes, that's right, the moon was red...well orangeish once the camera had done its business ;-)


After that it was off to bed for us all, and a good night's rest was had, despite the occasional blustery gust and a few showers, and we woke bright and early on Saturday to a blue sky and those lovely views.

After breakfast they left me watching the duck-pond whilst they went for a wander to Middleham, round the side of the castle and then cross some fields and down to the River Cover. They then followed the river downstream through woods alive with bluebells, wild garlic and orchids and seeing the rive rflow over some wonderful bedding planes before crossing the river on some fantastic stepping stones.


Shortly after this they stopped in the slightly up-market Blue Lion Hotel, East Witton, for a pint of mucky beer. They commented that the beer was good, ( although a bit pricey by their standards) and the pub was full of wonderful furniture including big curved benches, large tables and a huge roaring fire.

After only one pint (are they not well?) they carried on walking and a mile or so later crossed the Cover Bridge and stopped at the Cover Bridge Inn for more mucky beer (obviously not, not well ;->). This was, apparently, a lovely little pub with 7 real ales and another roaring open fire.

From the inn it was back to Middleham and a very late lunch in a - no, not a pub, but a very nice cafe - the Castle Keep Tea Rooms, after having got caught in a torrential shower five minutes after leaving the pub. They also spent some time looking at the the architecture on view in the town.

They arrived back nice and dry, however, as the sun had reappeared and dried up all the rain and incey-wincey Him'n'Her walked up the hill again.

Sunday morning they are up bright and early again, have breakfast and leave me watching the cows and ducks while they go off and explore Leyburn - which was largely shut! She did, however, score a bargain in a gift shop and bought a lovely glass paperweight.

On the way back home, I decided that they needed to have a look around Richmond and especially to wander away from the town centre and down to the river, before I got them back home a little after 4 o'clock that afternoon.

Yet another fandabbydosy weekend for me, and I think Him'n'Her enjoyed it as well.

Apparently photos will follow when H's uploaded them, whatever that means.

Looks like He's finally got round to it...see His photos of Leyburn here.

Fourteen: York (25/04/09 - 26/04/09)

Another Friday, and another quick getaway after they'd come back from 'work' - whatever that is! Once more, south down the A 19 - Whitby? York? Somewhere new?
A couple of hours later and we pull into Rawcliffe Manor Caravan Park again, so York it is, and another super-pitch for me. I must be doing something right ;-)

Before we left, however, they had strapped bikes on to my rear end... I'm guessing they'll be doing a bit of exercise (the only 8-letter swear word I know) while we're here. After hooking me up, off they trot to the Lysander Arms for grub and mucky beer - is there a theme developing here? Am I nothing more than a conveyance between meals and ale?

After a couple of hours, they return, have a bit of a read (He's into Terry Pratchett's Discworld at the mo and she's reading Kate Mosse's Sepulchre) and then it's off to sleep for all of us ....UNTIL...2.00am and 4 young &8^%$ people get back from a night out in York city centre, crank up the boombox and yak like there's no tomorrow. About 2 hours later they finally shut up and peace falls once again on Rawcliffe Manor.

8.00am and the noisy neighbours are up and about...even more than that, they are packing up their caravan and awning and, and hour or so later they've gone...leaving only a memory of a disturbed night behind them...oh, the resilience of youth!

Him'n'Her then get the bikes down and set off for the day - cycling into York and then walking the City Walls. When they got back they kept on-and-on about what a great day it had been - easily finding somewhere near the Minster to tether their bikes whilst they did the City Walls walk, which, apparently was very nice, and they saw lots of lovely gardens and tulips in bloom...
and then found a nice little tea room for lunch - scrummy sandwiches and baked tatties. What, no mucky beer!! Well, I suppose they were being good...after all they were on their bikes.

They also yammered on about how much they had enjoyed listening to Cor Meibion De Cymru (South Wales Male Choir) rehearsing in York Minster, apparently having chatted with a couple of them in the tea room and finding out about the rehearsal. TIDY!

Mind you, She was a bit miffed that his sense of direction wasn't quite in full working order and they had added at least 3 extra miles to the trip back - but like most men He doesn't have the word LOST in his vocabulary.

A lovely sunny Sunday morning and we set off for home fairly early...odd, me thinks....we don't usually leave this early...maybe he's got a footy match to go to...but no, his beloved SAFC are away this weekend - which is why we've come away - You know, I'm now an expert on the SAFC fixture list!

However, instead of going straight back, a few miles down the road we turn off to the left and end up at Beningbrough Hall and Gardens. They have a wander round the gardens which have a lovely show of tulips and a wonderful acer and then go and look at the portraits and furniture in the house.

A couple of hours later, they return and off we set for home...but NO, this time they suprise me agian by taking me to Helmsley, where they abandon me in the farthest corner of the car park, squeezed between a tree and a car, whilst they go off in search of food in the lovely little town.

A nice tea-shop and a wander round the town later and they're back and this time they say we're definitely going home...but NO...a few miles outside of Helmsley and we are turned back by the police who have closed the road due to a fatal accident. We turn round and then go back through Helmsley, our thoughts with those involved in the accident and follow the Police's advice to get to the A 19 via Sutton Bank - thankfully, this means going down it, rather than up it, Phew!!! No more problems, detours or stops and it's back home by 6.00pm. Another enjoyable weekend away.

You can see more of their photos from this trip here.