Marton Hotel & Country Club
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... photos and then boarded the minibus to head to the Hotel where the ceremony was to take place. It was a great venue, called The Stables at Cross Butts and was a mixture of old and new with some nice views from the back gardens. Other guests had also got into the swing of things and everyone had made an effort to get into the Gothic Theme.
Weddings are not normally my thing, but this one was different. It was great. Paul, the bridegroom got ...
The Lambton Hounds Inn, Durham. Weather was fine and windy Left Upper Largo and drove towards Edinburgh. Driving across the Forth Road Bridge was very windy, high vehicles were banned from crossing. Gusts of wind blew our car. Found the Royal Britannia Yacht after using the IPad. Did a tour of the yacht which was very interesting. The royal areas were very well done but not ...
Everything is now set to go. Just charging this ipad for the airport check. Sadly, we have to say goodbye to Katie Moragh. She is suspicious as there is a suitcase in the hall and her food and other "doggy" essentials are in the basket at the foot of the stairs ready for her to go to become an Honorary Pitman. Raggy the Airedale and KM will be pals tomorrow. We leave home at 7a.m. so early brekkie and off to the station and Manchester ...
... as we will definitely keep in touch when I leave. Sunday was a reading and contemplating day so nothing remarkable there. I woke up on Monday however and it was rainy, cold and miserable - autumn has arrived in Yorkshire. So another day curled up in front of the fire with all my books. On Tuesday I went to Bridget's for lunch with Pam, my landlady, and Mags, another friend of Bridget. We had such a good time that Pam and I ended up staying for dinner as well! I ...
I'm not sure what it is that compels me to travel, but "compels" seems to be the right word for it: something seemingly outside my very self drives, pushes, makes necessary. When I first went abroad, at the numerical age of twenty but the life experience age of far younger, I felt the urge to see new things, to experience everything this world has to offer. This seemed as necessary to me as breathing, and utterly confusing to an impressionable young woman. ...