13 April 2011
I had decided I wanted to go to the James Herriot museum in Thirsk, on the edge of the dales and so we made our way there mid morning. The countryside through the rest of the Dales was just as stunning but I was too stiff in the hips to do any more walking.
We arrived in Thirsk and it was a big, bustling town full of people. Nice looking though so wandered around the shops and then went to the museum. I was a little worried it would be a small boring display and Aaron wasn’t overly keen , however, I wanted to do something and hiking was out of the question.
What a good decision it proved to be. It took us over 2 hours to get around the museum and even then we pretty much skipped the veterinary museum at the end. We both really enjoyed ourselves.
We had another walk around the town and then drove towards the southern end of the Yorkshire Moors, entering at Sutton Bank, which had a 1 in 4 gradient hill to climb. There were signs everywhere warning trucks to use crawler gear due to 132 truck blockages in 2010.
It was amazing how much the landscape changed from the Dales. It was just as beautiful but in a different way. We only drove through it though as I have been through the Moors before. We exited the Moors at Sproxton and then headed south to York
We drove through York Melbourne
We carried on towards Leeds and stopped at a pub called the Leeds Arms in Tadcaster. It wasn’t anything grand but we were staying with friends that night and needed to kill some time. We stayed for a couple of pints and then carried on South and eventually got to Alex and Tristan’s in an area called Cross Green. We spent several hours catching up on the last couple of year’s and meeting Reuben, who was a bit grizzly due to teething. Having said that, he was remarkably quiet really, just eternally restless.
We mentioned how we’d been recently had a series of financial set backs and damn me if they hadn’t just had the same. For them a car that died completely, a blown boiler and radiators that need replacing and then the night before we arrived their shower broke and would need to be replaced as well. Hopefully our tale of woe made them feel slightly better.
Alex very kindly offered to make us spaghetti Bolognese for dinner, despite the fact they had already eaten.
They live in a terraced house with 4 floors, 1 room per floor basically. They seem very happy, although they would eventually like to live on a small farm. I couldn’t handle it myself. I’m not sure how Alex copes having to walk Reuben up and down the most treacherous steps I’ve ever encountered. They were like the castle steps we’ve come across, almost vertical with small but treads. There’s no way I’d attempt them if even slightly drunk.
We got to bed about 12 as Tristan had work the next day.
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