Tuesday's Holiday Snaps

Phew! Well, with reiki in the morning and knitting in the afternoon, I knew Tuesday was going to be busy but when the whole of Wallasey's power supply was off for half-an-hour, it was quite interesting to be in the town centre watching everyone being ushered out of the shops and milling round aimlessly. Car drivers were realtively restrained as all the traffic lights were out but they mostly worked around one another and waited to let people across the road when queues built up. Being a knitting addict, all I could think of was..." that power cut sweater from inspired cable knits takes on a new dimension!". That led me to think how I could bend time to knit one, alongside all the other commitments I have, obviously...briefly...then come to my senses again!

Anyway, you want to know about Tuesday of the holidays? Well, on Monday, on the way back from our exertions we popped into a farm shop at Cracoe and had a two (or was it three?) scoop ice-cream...very nice it was too with the sun just about out. Well, the lady owner had waxed lyrical about the origins of the ice-cream, Brymor and the farm where it was produced around an hour away.

Guess where we went first thing Tuesday? To gthe ice-cream farm, of course!

There's no pic's 'cos a) I forgot and b) there wasn't an awful lot to photograph (except reams of tubs of ice-cream of course!) but suffice to say the choice was plentiful, we all had 3 scoops each, flavours of which I can't quite remember though I do recall a rather nice praline creation, yummy!

On the way to the farm, we'd passed Stump Cross caverns and as it was officially bro's day and he'd expressed an interest in doing one of the numerous caverns in the area, we popped in on our way back. Being out of season, it was a kind of do-it-yourself affair which though off-putting at first actually turned into a real scream!
This was the entrance to the caves with its great range of both 'tites and 'mites.
One thing that kept us in pleats was the restricted head-height at certain points, bro kept knocking his hard-hat on the roof (which made me laugh) and poor Pete had to bend pretty low being such a lanky soul which was hilarious at the time, I think part of the hysteria was the somewhat spooky setting which is far more prevalent when you're a group on your own.

Here are some of the attractions, can you guess what this is? Would it look more like if I put socks on it's feet?
Yup, it's a dog! There were cute little Victorian plates with names on them at some points, you'll see some further on.
This didn't have a name, I just loved that weird lunar landscape and had to share it with you. Of course the other advantage of being a lone unattended group was that we could be as snap happy as we wanted and not irritate anyone else!
...Errm, can't quite remember this one, two towers maybe?

....More lumps on a rock? (okay I didn't take notes, bad girl!)
..Oh Yeah, you can just about see the label, imaginatively titled "chamber of pillars" (maybe my descriptions were better) can you think of anything more creative (and not rude)?
...Okay, this one DID look quite rude, so they decided to call it "Policeman's Truncheon!"
You might want to click on this one as it's a bit dark but what sent me into further rounds of mirth was the cheezy wooden reindeer in the corner...it's reindeer cavern by the way...no idea why!

...And this one was called the butcher's shop, absolutely no idea why!

That was the best of 'em anyway, we surfaced again and munched our yummy butties in the car park looking over the hills, olive bread from the fair on Sunday and gorgeous smoked ham from the not-cheap-but-fab butcher in the village.

After tea, we were feeling a little overfed and in need of excercise so we took the footpath at the bottom of our road to do the gentle 1 mile walk over the hills to Hebden. It was nice to be out in the open air, the day had been hot and sunny but it was more bearable as the sun was going down, we traipsed over fields, through woods, saw loads of rabbits lolloping around the place and arrived on the road at Hebden. Bro suggested an alternative return route that he'd done with my parents and though he wasn't quite sure and we did go through a rather muddy patch we walked along one river side until we picked up the one that went through Grassington. A somewhat longer walk (around 4-5 miles) but it was extremely pretty.

When we finally got to the river, there was at least a little play opportunity, the bendy bridge! It's a typical suspension footbridge that he further you get towards the centre, the more it bounces with every step only this one had the added extra of twisting a little from side to side, fun but a teensy bit scary too!

I loved snapping this shot along the river as the sun was going down, particularly the reflection of the trees in the water.

We passed the stepping stones again, this time there were exhuberant youngsters trying to cross and getting wet feet in the process with mum waiting with a towel on the other side, plenty of screams could be heard as we continued on our way!

The figures in the distance were two lady walkers who we met briefly at the bridge. They had walked all the way from Bolton Bridge and were looking for their B+B in Grassington. It must have been at least ten miles and they were footsore and weary. Unfortunately, as we were visitors, we couldn't point them in the right direction but we did point them to the local Spar for hopefully local knowledge.

We returned back home tired but relaxed and knowing that Wednesday would be more travelling. It was MY day and boy, did I have plans...Coldspring Mill, the Skep...lots of lovely yarns, but you'll have to wait 'till tomorrow for that one!

See you then.