It was a GREEN burial. See? It all makes sense now!
We didn't get off to an auspicious start...
10.00 Cortège pulls out onto the main road, us at the back attempting seriousness despite being overly affected by a sunny morning and a travel mug of tasty coffee each.
10:02 We lose sight of the motorbike pulling the trailer-hearse.
10:05 After a brisk argument a snap decision is made on which way to turn at the lights (there are a great number of options to get out of the city
10:06 The long straight road ahead, down one side of the valley and up the other side contains no visual evidence of Motorbike-Hearse.
10:10 All attempts to be a Cortège are abandoned.
10:12 - 11:45 A pleasant drive into the country is enjoyed by all.
We escaped quickly from the funeral (quickest turnaround ever, we basically threw out the paternal familial unit, pulled a J-turn and were out of there in under a minute). Croissant from Booths (Mmm Booths) and a quiet walk beside the river followed by a short explore of Settle. There's a street called Pen-y-gent View. It has :D
The rest of the waiting time was spent pulled over in a quiet lay-by - feet out of the window, paper to read and the radio playing quietly in the background.
Millions and millions of little little little lambs!!!
Having picked up the paternal unit and snaffled some sandwiches we drove over the back road (i.e. over the tops) to Malham. VIEW!!!! Our area of the world beats your area of the world hands down for awesome majesty of exposed geology. Unless you live in the Grand Canyon. Or anywhere near Uluru.
Point of information that I didn't know until yesterday: Malham is a grockle trap. You have no idea. Why, with all that beauty staring them in the face the entire population of touristy inclined people decide to part in a field and walk along what is basically a paved track to look at a cold and damp inducing wall of limestone, I will never know.
Gah.
And it's on the Pennine trail so you get serious folks with big bags and sticks as well. Twas heaving! Luckily we had the map so we snuck off on a parallel footpath and came out on the other side of the stream. We found our acceptable peace and quiet separated by a few feet of water (FREEZING! I know, I put my feet in).
Having done the tourist thing we dropped in on the village hall book sale (Found some Naigo Marsh and in the process of talking to the woman in charge introduced her to Cynthia Voight and Michelle Magorian for her daughter - I woke up in the middle of the night berating myself for not remembering Tamora Pierce as well. hopefully that's one child who won't find Twilight until she's widely read enough to see through it).
One massive pot of tea and humongous scone later (not in Malham - we escaped for we are not grockles) we were on our way home. Day completely seized.
Good times.
Caught up with Ashes2Ashes last night. Somehow this season is incredibly better. I don't know why. Maybe I'm in a different place. But I'm really enjoying it. And Alex is affecting me more this time round. Can it only be a changed hairstyle? Previously I've been watching it from a distance, enjoying the way she's dealing (or not dealing) with all the confusing events that are thrown at her. But this season I care. It's inexplicable.
10.00 Cortège pulls out onto the main road, us at the back attempting seriousness despite being overly affected by a sunny morning and a travel mug of tasty coffee each.
10:02 We lose sight of the motorbike pulling the trailer-hearse.
10:05 After a brisk argument a snap decision is made on which way to turn at the lights (there are a great number of options to get out of the city
10:06 The long straight road ahead, down one side of the valley and up the other side contains no visual evidence of Motorbike-Hearse.
10:10 All attempts to be a Cortège are abandoned.
10:12 - 11:45 A pleasant drive into the country is enjoyed by all.
We escaped quickly from the funeral (quickest turnaround ever, we basically threw out the paternal familial unit, pulled a J-turn and were out of there in under a minute). Croissant from Booths (Mmm Booths) and a quiet walk beside the river followed by a short explore of Settle. There's a street called Pen-y-gent View. It has :D
The rest of the waiting time was spent pulled over in a quiet lay-by - feet out of the window, paper to read and the radio playing quietly in the background.
Millions and millions of little little little lambs!!!
Having picked up the paternal unit and snaffled some sandwiches we drove over the back road (i.e. over the tops) to Malham. VIEW!!!! Our area of the world beats your area of the world hands down for awesome majesty of exposed geology. Unless you live in the Grand Canyon. Or anywhere near Uluru.
Point of information that I didn't know until yesterday: Malham is a grockle trap. You have no idea. Why, with all that beauty staring them in the face the entire population of touristy inclined people decide to part in a field and walk along what is basically a paved track to look at a cold and damp inducing wall of limestone, I will never know.
Gah.
And it's on the Pennine trail so you get serious folks with big bags and sticks as well. Twas heaving! Luckily we had the map so we snuck off on a parallel footpath and came out on the other side of the stream. We found our acceptable peace and quiet separated by a few feet of water (FREEZING! I know, I put my feet in).
Having done the tourist thing we dropped in on the village hall book sale (Found some Naigo Marsh and in the process of talking to the woman in charge introduced her to Cynthia Voight and Michelle Magorian for her daughter - I woke up in the middle of the night berating myself for not remembering Tamora Pierce as well. hopefully that's one child who won't find Twilight until she's widely read enough to see through it).
One massive pot of tea and humongous scone later (not in Malham - we escaped for we are not grockles) we were on our way home. Day completely seized.
Good times.
Caught up with Ashes2Ashes last night. Somehow this season is incredibly better. I don't know why. Maybe I'm in a different place. But I'm really enjoying it. And Alex is affecting me more this time round. Can it only be a changed hairstyle? Previously I've been watching it from a distance, enjoying the way she's dealing (or not dealing) with all the confusing events that are thrown at her. But this season I care. It's inexplicable.