The White Lion Hotel
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... Avery and I paid egregious amounts for coffee at cafes just to use the wifi. Next, you will see several photos of streets and buildings around our apartment and along the way to our classes. Getting to campus involves a relatively steep grade uphill 20 minute walk. The area is quite hilly and thus it is something to get used to. Plus when I'm older I can tell people I walked uphill both ways to classes or something.
About three weeks ago, Avery and I took a walk to ...
... it! You have to commit and go for it apparently!! Anyway, got a train and two planes to go before we get there! I really enjoyed writing my blog when we went to Sri Lanka and a lot of you said you enjoyed reading it so that's why I'm doing it again! Hopefully the wifi will be good throughout the trip so I can update you all on our Asian adventure! Kirsty ...
... the Waltons are likely to have attended was originally called Knaresborough Rural Grammar School, then it became Knaresborough Modern Grammar School and now it is called King James Grammar School. Next year, the school will celebrate, wait for it ..... 400 years!!!!!! I didn't get to even see the school - next time :-) The story goes that King James Grammar wanted to acquire the Knaresborough cricket club grounds, which ...
... but we did see some spectacular scenery particularly in northern Wales with
rhododendrons growing wild on the hillsides.
We are thrilled with our choice of motorhome (thank you John
and Shirley). It drives extremely well
and is great to live in. Tonight we are camped at Hebden Bridge not too far
from Bradford. We will be pretty much
based in and around this area for the next week as we spend time with Becky and
Dom, Mary and other family members.
I left Dublin after two nights there because my accommodation had appalling breakfasts and it just seemed easier to leave the city than to find a new place to stay (I've left cities for less). The train to Cork was humorously delayed. Inexplicable stops, an empty food cart, hot weather outside but always the marvellous trawl through the lovely Irish countryside.
We came to Cork and, wowsers, the sun, the Blytonesque cornflour blue sky, the pretty colour ...