We're back from a lovely week away, three nights in Northumberland and three in West Yorkshire - not as posh as some two centre holidays but it worked for me. I absolutely love the moors, especially in good weather, and we were very lucky. We had a nightmare journey going up - lots of roadworks and, sadly, some accidents too (not us, thankfully). It was well worth it though, staying firstly with great friends, and then with our wonderful aunt, who still feels the pull of the moors although well into her eighties, so we had a picnic amongst the harebells and the heather. You can't beat the colours of nature, and I am often inspired by them, so we can look forward to some creations in harebell blue, heather and green.
Just outside Askrigg we found a pub, like you do. It was the most old fashioned pub I've ever seen, and I don't think it can have changed since the 1960's - and nor have the staff, Having used the (outside) facilities, we entered the establishment, the door had an old fashioned bell at the top which rang when the door opened, the pub was empty of customers and staff, so I went and rang the bell a bit louder. An old lady emerged from the kitchen who must have been in her 90's. She served us with a pint & a half of bitter (didn't smell too good so we left most of it) and some crisps (they didn't serve food). Although we left still hungry and thirsty we really didn't mind as we felt we'd been in a museum rather than a pub. We carried on for a few miles and found that the next pub was a little more modern, so we had food (and drink) there. Vintage is great, but we need modern too.
The weekly(ish) ramblings of a self-employed jeweller and countrywoman based in the Waveney Valley.