Wombwell Arms Inn
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... 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 ...
I found the old-fashioned merry-go-round in the market square and I had my first experience of Hot Roasted Chestnuts in a paper bag - I was very happy!!! I sat and ate them while watching the merry-go-round kids' fun! :-)
Overall, I was put off by the commercial nature of York, although I do understand that everyone has to make money somehow. I wasn't there long enough to get through that veneer and find ...
... and was ushered into see Mr Prest by his carer. He's got all his marbles, wears a shirt and tie every day, just like when he worked in the Knaresborough bank all his career (apart from a stint in the war).
He told me about a lot of his memories, but I'll summarise mainly what he told me about the Waltons and the mill in Knaresborough. He remembers that the mill was called Walton's Mill for all of his working life ...
... English Lake District. It takes its name from the adjacent lake, and is where William Wordsworth lived and is buried. Beatrix Potter also got her inspiration from the Lake District when she visited as a child and eventually moved to the area. It has a famous Gingerbread shop and was a very pleasant place to stop for an hour.
We then drove on for another hour or so until we crossed the border into Scotland and Gretna ...
... the bed to try to stop it before we got into strife. I got it down to a quieter level of sound by putting my finger on something so Garry took over while I tried to ring reception. No one answered and by this time Garry had dismantled the darn thing to see where to press the button to shut it up. It stopped and he hadn't a clue what he did to stop it but went back to bed to sleep. My heart was racing, as it can do at times, so I couldn't go back to sleep. Then ...