The Blacksmiths Hartoft
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Since our last entry we've been making the very best of some lovely sunny weather.
Yesterday, Dad, Nico, the girls and I went to Clumber Park which is run by the National Trust and is just a few miles down the A1. We hired bikes for the afternoon and enjoyed the outdoors together. The park is a huge favourite of mine with a visitor centre, shop and cafe plus a beautiful chapel, follies, fords, and it's very own mini village. The main ...
... the Church in England, he dismantled the Abbey and it eventually fell into ruin.
After spending some time in the Gardens and Abbey, we began looking for our last stop of the day- The Golden Fleece Inn- York's most haunted place and where we would have dinner. The Golden Fleece is said to be haunted by everyone from Roman Soldiers to Canadian soldiers of WWII and workers and patrons have felt cold sensations, strangling, and have sighted men ...
... of York is Betty's. Betty's is a famous tea room in Yorkshire which has queues outside the doors in weekends. Luckily we manage to wriggle out way in and obtain a spot. The service was fantastic as was the experience however my GF brunch and cake was a little sad.
The rest of the time we do a walking tour - of which I did not take a lot in other than bits about York being used as ...
... of WW1 in 1914 and the resultant tragic loss of lives.
A visit to Yorkshire is not complete without a trip to Whitby and it was there we enjoyed some freshly caught hake and chips for tea. It was quite eerie driving back across the Moors to our cottage as there was what appeared to be a very ...
... and looked down at the streets below. In the sunlight a violinist busked on the street and the high pitched notes of van Morrison reached our ears. I could breath again. We were all standing on something that looked a little like a guttering. Just wide enough to side step across there was no room to pass anyone else and we were dependent on the pace of the person ahead. Below us the first roof sprawled on and to our right the next leg of the journey (the bigger half) awaited. ...