The frozen North

Those of you who have been here may remember that green road signs on the motorways commonly direct travellers to 'The North' and 'The South', as if the details can be worked out later... last week I was very much in The North, with the Jones family, staying in a lovely cottage in Newton Upon Rawcliffe, in Yorkshire. We had lots of snow, although it didn't usually stay for very long, but I thought this was the best way to show off the village.

The village green, complete with duck (five points if you can spot him).

Looking back the other way, to the road out of the village leading toward Pickering.

Sebastian learned to say 'duck', while we were there.

The other side of the Methodist Chapel, looking back towards the village again.

The church we attended on Easter Sunday morning - a lovely service, with a welcoming vicar and a friendly congregation.

The path up to the entrance at the side of the church.

Where we stayed - Manor Farm Cottages (our particular one was called Gateside).
(For those who are interested - ie dad - ours were the windows to the right of the chimney, and the pond is behind me and to my left as I was taking the photo).

The back of the house, and the only entrance.

Behind the houses.

We had a LOVELY week; I will hopefully post more about it soon.

:)

Smoke and fire

I got off the number 30 bus at the head of the Narrow Way last week, just where a team of two men were re-laying the red surface of the bus lane. In the fading light the truck seemed full of flames, and the two men conjured smoke and steam as they nonchalantly poured the boiling mass onto the road and raked it out.






I loved that a mundane task became imbued with mystery, and sorcery, and fascination, just because of the time of day... and I loved that in the era of technology, and a machine to do EVERYTHING, they still had their fire burning and their rakes and their buckets...