The view from the White Horse on Sutton Bank
We’ve been better organised this year to take the same day off each week. When we could we used them to cycle or walk somewhere in the beautiful hills and dales of Yorkshire.
Days off from the constant demands of life.
Joan approaching Castle Howard
In February we helped Matthew and Laura move into their new house in Cambridge. I think we can now safely say that Matthew is a grown up!
I lost count of how many journeys we made across the city, moving their belongings from one place to another. Anyone who knows Cambridge will understand why we spent more time in traffic queues than in actually moving stuff.
L to R – Barrie, Ruth, Jan, Mark
Events have brought our families together a few times this year. In March the Stephensons got together in Ripon for a nostalgic weekend in the place where we were all children for a few years. The photograph is of us outside a house where we lived in Blossomgate. Mark is crouching because he was a little boy when we lived there. Continue reading
We set the date, planned the food, erected the huge gazebo, invited the residents of the street and then the extreme weather turned up. Standing in a huddle in the gloomy failing light of a summer evening the community of our street just about kept us warm.
Such is the unpredictable nature of events in Northern England. Continue reading
We took another holiday in Madeira in June. Lots of walking punctuated by times of doing very little apart from strolling around, reading and eating good food.
On one momentous day we took the bus to the start of a walk high in the Madeiran hills. When we left the bus at the last stop in a small hamlet we realised we had travelled too far. Continue reading