September 2022
Tuesday 6th
We drove to the lovely old town of Beverley. It has a cathedral which is known as a Minster [A Minster is a Church that has priest(s) that administer to and visit the parishioners. It is open to the public for worship. A Cathedral is a Church in which the throne of an Archbishop is located. Of course you knew that.]
We had a pleasant lunch at The Tiger Inn, saw St Mary's church, which is very elegant with lovely carvings and mediaeval misericords, then on to Coppendale Road named after John's ancient ancestors.
Finally to The Blue Bell in Weaverthorpe where rooms were small, a little tired, but comfortable. We felt welcome.
So, no walking today apart from our tour of Beverley, where as I have foolishly forgotten my boots I bought a fine pair of walking shoes.
In the evening a delicious meal at at The Blue Bell while avoiding yet more broadcasting about new Prime Minister Truss. She. Is. A. Disgrace. As time will tell ....
Wednesday 7th
Delightful weather on a circular walk from Pocklington - a pleasant and attractive town. Lunch at The Gait at Millington. All very relaxed on a walk of 7-8 miles.
The Pocklington walk starting from Market Place was about 8 miles and passed through the grounds of Kilnwick Percy Hall, now a Buddhist retreat. It was field paths and tracks and country lanes with some climbs, and followed a clockwise route north to Millington then part of the Yorkshire Wolds Way south to Kilnwick Percy and west across a golf course and back to Pocklington.
Supper at the Triton Inn in Sledmere.
Thursday 8th
Drizzling throughout the morning so we cut short our walk from Bishop Wilton and had lunch at The Fleece, where we were the only customers in this attractive pub.
News comes in that The Queen is under medical supervision - which starts a media storm.
We drove on to RSPB Bempton where gannets roost in steep chalk cliffs.
And then, at 6.30pm the BBC announced the death of Queen Elizabeth II. Inevitable but sad to see the end of a constant in a fractious and changing world.
Friday 9th
The media are awash with news (that is hardly news but more emoting) of the Queen's death.
We made a shortish walk steeply up valley sides in intermittent rain at Londesborough. Hard to say whether I was damp through trapped inner sweat or from the rain outside. After lunch at The Brewers Arms at Snaith a rather tedious journey home thanks to traffic jams on the A1.
However, overall another splendid walking break. After 22 years together we've developed a pattern and it seems to be working. Next to Shropshire?