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The family and I enjoyed a nice and relaxing visit toYorkshire in order to attend the funeral of Eileen’s aunt. As mentionedpreviously, Aunt Kathleen was just two months short of her 100th birthday, andher funeral took place last Wednesday. We drove up the day before, with the 250-mileroute showing on Google, as taking 4.5 hours. It took considerably longer dueto a combination of heavy traffic on the M62 (surely the M25 of the north?),plus arriving in Bradford during the school run rush. This was despite avoiding thecity centre and following a ring road of sorts around the periphery. So, plentyof stop starts, and not that much moving forward.
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Some people do these sort of trips on a regular basis, but afew times a year is more than sufficient for me and if I had my way, I wouldlet the train take the strain. It was a pretty seamless route that we followedthough, and with improved section of the A14 northwest of Huntingdon it didn'ttake long for us to reach the A1. We stopped for lunch at an American-themedroadside restaurant called the OK Diner. This was just to the north of Stamford, a townI would like to visit, but on a more leisurely and less hurried occasion. Onthe way back we stopped at another OK Diner on the opposite carriageway of theA1. This was a nicer, and much more substantial building, constructed frombrick, than its counterpart on the road heading north.
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We gave Bradford and the M62 a miss on the way home, andinstead headed north-east towards the attractive North Yorkshire market town ofKnaresborough. This enabled us to pick up the A1, a short distance to the east ofthe town. Although I had a route outlined in my head, I trusted myself to allowEileen’s sat nav to guide us. The route chosen avoided Skipton, a town we’d visitedon the previous day, before bringing onto the A59 close to Bolton Bridge. Wepassed through some very pleasant countryside, and after joining the A59, the roadbegan a long and steady climb right back onto the top of the Pennine Moorswhich looked stunning in the early summer sunshine, but I imagine that particularstretch of road will seem very bleak during winter, and possibly evenimpassable.
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We were making good progress, until we reached Ferrybridge, closeto the junction with the M62, and here road works, plus associated laneclosures, delayed us by at least half an hour. After that we continuedsouthwards, stopping at the full mentioned OK Diner for a well-deserved breakplus a very nice burger and fries, before continuing the journey home. Despitehitting the M25 during peak rush hour, the traffic was moving and not toocongested, and after crossing the Queen Elizabeth Bridge, we were back in Kent.
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It's not the sort of return journey I’d want to do on aregular basis, but with good weather and roads which weren't too crowded itwasn't too bad a drive either. All the same I was glad when we pulled onto thedrive of Bailey Towers, and I was able to relax for the rest of the evening. Ididn't do much in the way of unpacking, although it was considerably more thanmy good lady wife. I also cracked open a well-deserved, chilled bottle of St AustellProper Job.
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It's also worth noting that I bought a selection of eight differentbottled beers, all from local Yorkshire breweries. These were purchased fromtwo different ASDA mega-stores, one in Shipley and the other in Keighley. Thelatter outlet was massive, and as well as offering the same 4 for the price of3 deal on bottled beers, also had a decent selection of men’s clothing. So, acouple of “T” shirts, plus beers from the likes of Daleside, Ilkley, Ossett,Wharfdale, Salt, York, and Wold Top (Lincolnshire rather than Yorkshire?), I’vea few new additions to my wardrobe.
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The bottled beers will make up, in part, for not visiting asmany pubs as I would have liked, but with relative to visit and spend timewith, plus the funeral itself, there wasn’t a huge amount of time for pubbing. Westayed at a Premier Inn, Mrs PBT’s hotel chain of choice, and their Bingleyoutlet certainly delivered in terms of comfort and service. I’m more adventurous,but as this trip was mainly about catching up with members from the Yorkshirebranch of her family, I left the arrangements to her. My duties were those of chauffeurand travel guide, and on the latter front, we certainly managed to experiencesome of Yorkshire’s finest and most picturesque locations.
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Despite the weather forecast warning of an impending heatwave,Saturday's temperatures caught us both by surprise. We didn't surface untilafter 9:00 AM, and by the time we’d showered, and grabbed some toast forbreakfast it was already roasting out on the patio. However, being the stereotypicalEnglishman who goes out in the midday sun, I stuck it out and enjoyed my toast,marmalade, and coffee. I did take the precaution of wearing a sun hat andsmothering myself in sunblock, and this seems to do the trick.
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I perhaps should then have taken the time to catch up on theblog, but there was food shopping to be done, followed by several tasks tocomplete outside. I still haven’t finished these, but I probably broke the backof them, including restringing the frame for my runner beans. This morning, I wasback in the garden, planting out my runner bean plants that I’d nurtured in thegreenhouse. Oh, the joys gardening, butthe idea is we’ll have a nice crop of beans to enjoy in the month or so's time,and there’s also some sweet corn seedlings to plant out, once they grow a bit larger.
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The family and I enjoyed a nice and relaxing visit toYorkshire in order to attend the funeral of Eileen’s aunt. As mentionedpreviously, Aunt Kathleen was just two months short of her 100th birthday, andher funeral took place last Wednesday. We drove up the day before, with the 250-mileroute showing on Google, as taking 4.5 hours. It took considerably longer dueto a combination of heavy traffic on the M62 (surely the M25 of the north?),plus arriving in Bradford during the school run rush. This was despite avoiding thecity centre and following a ring road of sorts around the periphery. So, plentyof stop starts, and not that much moving forward.
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Some people do these sort of trips on a regular basis, but afew times a year is more than sufficient for me and if I had my way, I wouldlet the train take the strain. It was a pretty seamless route that we followedthough, and with improved section of the A14 northwest of Huntingdon it didn'ttake long for us to reach the A1. We stopped for lunch at an American-themedroadside restaurant called the OK Diner. This was just to the north of Stamford, a townI would like to visit, but on a more leisurely and less hurried occasion. Onthe way back we stopped at another OK Diner on the opposite carriageway of theA1. This was a nicer, and much more substantial building, constructed frombrick, than its counterpart on the road heading north.
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We gave Bradford and the M62 a miss on the way home, andinstead headed north-east towards the attractive North Yorkshire market town ofKnaresborough. This enabled us to pick up the A1, a short distance to the east ofthe town. Although I had a route outlined in my head, I trusted myself to allowEileen’s sat nav to guide us. The route chosen avoided Skipton, a town we’d visitedon the previous day, before bringing onto the A59 close to Bolton Bridge. Wepassed through some very pleasant countryside, and after joining the A59, the roadbegan a long and steady climb right back onto the top of the Pennine Moorswhich looked stunning in the early summer sunshine, but I imagine that particularstretch of road will seem very bleak during winter, and possibly evenimpassable.
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We were making good progress, until we reached Ferrybridge, closeto the junction with the M62, and here road works, plus associated laneclosures, delayed us by at least half an hour. After that we continuedsouthwards, stopping at the full mentioned OK Diner for a well-deserved breakplus a very nice burger and fries, before continuing the journey home. Despitehitting the M25 during peak rush hour, the traffic was moving and not toocongested, and after crossing the Queen Elizabeth Bridge, we were back in Kent.
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It's not the sort of return journey I’d want to do on aregular basis, but with good weather and roads which weren't too crowded itwasn't too bad a drive either. All the same I was glad when we pulled onto thedrive of Bailey Towers, and I was able to relax for the rest of the evening. Ididn't do much in the way of unpacking, although it was considerably more thanmy good lady wife. I also cracked open a well-deserved, chilled bottle of St AustellProper Job.
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It's also worth noting that I bought a selection of eight differentbottled beers, all from local Yorkshire breweries. These were purchased fromtwo different ASDA mega-stores, one in Shipley and the other in Keighley. Thelatter outlet was massive, and as well as offering the same 4 for the price of3 deal on bottled beers, also had a decent selection of men’s clothing. So, acouple of “T” shirts, plus beers from the likes of Daleside, Ilkley, Ossett,Wharfdale, Salt, York, and Wold Top (Lincolnshire rather than Yorkshire?), I’vea few new additions to my wardrobe.
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The bottled beers will make up, in part, for not visiting asmany pubs as I would have liked, but with relative to visit and spend timewith, plus the funeral itself, there wasn’t a huge amount of time for pubbing. Westayed at a Premier Inn, Mrs PBT’s hotel chain of choice, and their Bingleyoutlet certainly delivered in terms of comfort and service. I’m more adventurous,but as this trip was mainly about catching up with members from the Yorkshirebranch of her family, I left the arrangements to her. My duties were those of chauffeurand travel guide, and on the latter front, we certainly managed to experiencesome of Yorkshire’s finest and most picturesque locations.
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Despite the weather forecast warning of an impending heatwave,Saturday's temperatures caught us both by surprise. We didn't surface untilafter 9:00 AM, and by the time we’d showered, and grabbed some toast forbreakfast it was already roasting out on the patio. However, being the stereotypicalEnglishman who goes out in the midday sun, I stuck it out and enjoyed my toast,marmalade, and coffee. I did take the precaution of wearing a sun hat andsmothering myself in sunblock, and this seems to do the trick.
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I perhaps should then have taken the time to catch up on theblog, but there was food shopping to be done, followed by several tasks tocomplete outside. I still haven’t finished these, but I probably broke the backof them, including restringing the frame for my runner beans. This morning, I wasback in the garden, planting out my runner bean plants that I’d nurtured in thegreenhouse. Oh, the joys gardening, butthe idea is we’ll have a nice crop of beans to enjoy in the month or so's time,and there’s also some sweet corn seedlings to plant out, once they grow a bit larger.
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