It was difficult to get started this morning, however when you’re staying in a pub car park, with three other motorhomes there as well, it’s difficult not to get woken up. Last night was quite an eye opener into life on ‘t moors. Sunny one second, heaving with rain the next.
We left the pub reasonably early and headed for York, April had the bright idea of parking in their park and ride (which had a separate area for motorhomes), and we got off the bus where the driver told us where the city centre was.
York is a gorgeous place, another one in the “I wouldn’t mind living here” pile that April seems to be collecting.
It was very busy, but the small winding shopping streets and markets caught April’s attention, looking like the basis for a Wizards shopping street. The sun was out and the warmth was very welcome.
We walked through their park, along the river and wandered back to the bus, to the motorhome and decided to see how far we got.
We made it all the way home, concluding our most northerly, lengthy, wonderful excursion to date. We chalked up 1538 miles in our trip and it was wonderful.
Thanks to all that read my inane drivel on here, I’m really looking forward to the next one, trouble is we don’t yet know when it will be or where we’re going. So until next time..
