Sleights (nr Whitby), Yorkshire Moors
A few reminders of our weekend
THE USUAL SUSPECTS...
- Charlie "Now That My Dad's An MBE, I Can Get Married In Westminster Abbey (Thanks, Dave)" Grant
- Pete "Methylated Spirits Firestarter (Not), Big Special Ducks" Smith
- Simon "Music Quiz Champ (Finally!)" Piercy
- Tim "New Car (With Rear Proximity Sensors To Help Avoid Hitting Telegraph Poles) / Turn Left Here .. What's The Worst That Can Happen? - APART FROM RUNNING OVER THAT GUY! / Bad Beef" Spate
- Dave "King Of Procuring Breakfast Meats" Noble
- Steve "Chocolate Bacon Sausage Sandwich" Barker
Friday
The weekend begins slowly (OK, stationary!) on the A1(M)
During the traditional music quiz, who should pop-up but our very own Stevie B!
The eventual winner of the quiz was, for a change, Simon
Another tradition, when in these parts, is to stop in Pickering for a pint - so we did, as Simon's selfie shows
(Photo courtesy of Simon Piercy)
The Place
The Cottage
The building opposite is very convenient for Ladies and Gentlemen
Saturday
(Mapping courtesy of Simon Piercy)
At breakfast, Steve experiments with his chocolate bacon sausage sandwich
Early on in the walk, Tim takes a wrong turn and leads us on a folly ... but at least we saw some nice nature
That's expecting a bit much of the dogs!
Tour de Yorkshire
Sunny Yorkshire solar panels
Pete & Steve "check out the middle" - apparently, it was a sticky wicket
Dew-covered buds
If you don't scoop the poop, then they recoup the loot
Wise words ...
Comically-wrapped, cylindrical hay bales (including human, for scale)
... and here's what they look like 'naked'
Just an abandoned old bath tub? No, actually one of quite a few animal water troughs, complete with water pipe and ballcock
Spring has sprung
Time to cross the railway
Dave was told to Stop and Look but he wasn't Listening
Crikey - if you forget to scoop the poop and then you leave the gate open, you're in for 2Gs!
Ground level
Apparently, this tree would puzzle a monkey
Dave happens upon another of his family enterprises
We couldn't get Pete to go in, though ...
Suspension bridge
The original plan was to walk to Whitby and get the train but, thanks to a lovely late breakfast and the slight detour, we decide to catch it one stop nearer - Ruswarp Station
Six singles to Grosmont, please
Grosmont Station
This plaque made Simon, Dave & Charlie cringe (grammar geeks) - not only does it have three sentences beginning with a conjuntion but also a dreaded rogue possessive apostrophe! (The content is quite interesting, though.)
Bridge repairs
Ford depth gauge - cross if you dare
Pete's "big, special ducks" (geese, to everyone else)
Fordson tractor collection (and there were more round the corner)
We stop for lunch at, what looks like, a victim of 'Storm Doris'
Piercy Pot Noodle Pic
Steve helps a young lady on her horse get through the gate
Homeward bound ...
Tomorrow evening's meal destination
Pupils' desks - complete with ... inkwells (see what they did, there?)
The Usual Suspects
Another cracking night in The Plough - lovely food, including perfect chips
... and NOT like this ...
Sunday
(Mapping courtesy of Simon Piercy)
Unfortunately, a suspected bit of bad beef in his lasagne incapacitated Tim "Bad Beef" Spate and he didn't make it out of the cottage. Fortunately for the rest of us, "Bad Beef" had planned a walk around Sleights Moor and so Charlie took the map & compass and lead the way .. beginning with a steep climb up Blue Bank
The frogs have spawned
Quarry (dis-used)
Another "What is it?" moment ...
Builders' tea break
Negotiating the steep drop
Cows and calves
Lunch at the bottom of a quarried cliff
.. and then off to find a line of pylons to lead us home
"Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones ..."
Whitby bathed in sunshine
Off-roaders
Then back down Blue Bank
Be warned ...
Pete had to get away so Steve accompanied him to the chip shop to get an early meal. Then later, after Pete had said his farewells, we all went and had 'sit-in-the-cafe' fish & chips.
Monday
We still had plenty of breakfast meat left, so Steve kindly cooked it for us all
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