Holidays
to IJmuiden, thence to Vianden
07/07/10 23:57 Categorised as: Holidays | Summer 2010
sure enough it’s a sunny start to the day when we sail into IJmuiden...
and that sunshine stays with us as we wander south, ending this first day down below the castle
down by the riverside
in the village of Vianden on the river Our on the eastern side of Luxembourg,
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to wendy world...
... where, at Cocked Hat, Dave and Wendy
made us welcome on the Sunday afternoon, asthe reunion reunited...
Oh and Ralph....
The climax of the day was either the superb repast of Yorkshire pork with roast spuds, cheesy leeks and all sorts of other goodies - even the veggie option looked enticing, though we didn't get our hands on any - or else it was the walk in the woods, with adults, children, a horse, three (four?) dogs and a mog.
Jim took lots of pics along the way, and they make up most of what's on display here - check it out. And if anyone's got any pics of stuff they think we've overlooked, then please do email them to Jim and he'll add them to the appropriate collection
to ripon...
... for a meet with folks we seldom see
In fact, it usually takes a funeral to get this lot together. But now Jim's the oldest survivor this side of the Atlantic. Duh!!
Chez Jill and Vic at Low Lindrick - a spot unknown to local taxi men - we passed a pleasant afternoon renewing old acquaintance and forging new.
The sunshine battled against and intermittently overcame the cold Yorkshire wind. But a wow! of an event it was, and all thanks - we should prolly say kudos in the blogging context - to Jill and Vic for their welcome, hospitality and massive array of nosh! Safe to say we were all well fed up and agreeably drunk...
Click here to view a first gallery of pics - more to come, probably tomorrow
a damp, but lively, start to the day
with dewdrops on the grass, and pheasants - all misty wet with rain -
in extraordinary colours, patrolling the field outside our windows. And...
...a woodpecker (Greater, and Spotted, no less) on the feeder outside the kitchen window...
... as dapper a chaffer as you could hope to meet...
...when he could squeeze the nuthatch out the way....
...squirrel permitting, of course...
And of course, being Yorkshire, soon as the sun comes out, there's these, everywhere
Just love that pheasant, though. Here he is again...
if it's spring, it must be yorkshire....
29/03/09 13:55 Categorised as: Holidays
.... or somewhere therabouts.
Somewhere just inside of or just outside of the past or present, or who knows even future, County, Shire, Riding, Thryding, Wapentake, administrative district, area of outstanding this or that, national park or whatever that is was or shall be Yorks.
Any road up, as March turns towards April we're off in the direction of the Howgill Fells
This time we're staying at Killington, in Ghyll Stile Mill Cottage (left of pic)
near Sedbergh (that's Sedbergh - pronounced Sed-burgh by some, Sed-berg, by others, but Sedberr or Sebberr by those in the know - the local residents.
This puts us in Cumbria, South Lakes District Council turf, but just inside the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
Maybe it's the limestone, or the way the hillsides are speckled with crumbling stone field barns, but when the sun shines on the landscapes in this part of England, it's extraordinarily reminiscent of France. Those field barns must have been built to serve much the same purposes as the "bories" which litter the fields and hillsides of France from the Dordogne to the Auvergne and the Aveyron - even on the stark and uninhabitable "causses" uplands of the south.
