On Sunday 10th June we set sail for Harrogate. Kerry drove the 300 miles from Eastbourne to Harrogate on the M23, M25, and M1 in relatively light Sunday morning traffic. This was one occasion when Englands famous motorways behaved perfectly. Harrogate is the Toorak of the West Riding of Yorkshire. The buildings are grand, the shops are lovely -- so I am told --- and so far, I have yet to see a National Health walking stick! The house is definitely business class, perfectly located looking over fields but only a downhill skip into town. The lack of traffic noise is deafening.
In a recent phone conversation, Stretch remarked that in my mention of Harrogate I had for the first time pronounced the aitch in a word. This was an undoubted achievement until I realised that my pronunciation of those less well known towns Arrogate and Rrogate also came out the same way.
Kerry had her ??th birthday yesterday. Peter and Judith drove up from Ipswich and stayed the night and John and Tess came over from York for dinner. The weather was overcast in bucket loads as can be seen from the attached photographs. However Kerry found some warmth in the seaside resort of Marks and Spencers and the after dinner photo session made up for the lack of jelly.
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