At school holiday time there is always the threat of an extended visit from the grandchildren which can be a stressful experience as they spend a week dismantling the house and trashing the garden.
Since 2011 I have lived in the east coast town of Grimsby and every so when they visit it is my job to arrange entertainment. This can be a challenge because to be honest there isn’t a great deal to do in Grimsby
I like the town but it has to be said that it is an odd place. It is a community in decline. On the south bank of the Humber Estuary it is so far east that the only place to go after this is the North Sea and there aren’t any ferries to Europe as there are in Hull on the north side of the river. It is a dead end. It is a place that you only go to by choice. No one visits Grimsby by accident. You cannot stumble upon it while taking a leisurely drive along the coast as say in Northumberland or East Anglia. It can never be an unexpected discovery.
This year I decided to rent a holiday cottage elsewhere and let them trash someone else’s place instead. I chose a cottage in the village of Thornton Stewart in North Yorkshire and drove there one busy Friday afternoon along the A1 – The Great North Road, which many people claim is the only good thing that comes out of London.
The A1 route used to be a real chore with inevitable traffic jams and frequent hold-ups but recent investment has seen it upgraded to a three lane motorway which in theory should make it much easier to drive. Unfortunately, what happens when a road is improved like this is that lots of extra traffic decides to use it so after a very short time the original problem is back again and so it was on this particular day and the journey took far longer than anticipated.
The village of Thornton Stewart is in Wensleydale (one of only a few Yorkshire Dales not currently named after its principal river) and it was immediately obvious that it was rather remote with no local facilities so it was lucky that I had had the foresight to pack food provisions and a few bottles of wine. And it was severely challenged when it came to communications as well with no Wifi and no useable telephone signal either. Only forty miles from Leeds, Manchester and Newcastle and no phone signal!
Never mind, we unpacked, picked our bedrooms, Sally and the children rearranged their room in the way that they like it – rather like Belgium after the German Panzer division had passed through on the way to France in 1939 and then we explored the garden and settled down for the evening.
The next morning we planned to drive a route along Wensleydale as far as Hawes in the west and set off early and stopped first at Aysgarth Falls about half way along the route. Aysgarth Falls is a natural beauty spot where thousands of gallons of water in the River Ure tumble, leap and cascade over a series of boulders and broad limestone steps. It was featured as the location for the fight between Robin Hood and Little John in the film ‘Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves’ and in 2005 it was included in a BBC television list of seven best natural places in Northern England. The other six were The Lake District, River Wear, Whin Sill, River Tees, Holy Island and Morecambe Bay.
I had visited Aysgarth Falls before, around about twenty years ago with my children…
And now I was back with my grandchildren…
After Aysgarth we continued to Hawes which was swarming with visitors, too many visitors to make it a comfortable experience and unable to find a parking spot we just carried on to the Hawes creamery factory which is the only place in Wensleydale that continues to make the famous Yorkshire cheese. A few years ago the owners tried to close it down and move production to next door Lancashire but no self respecting Yorkshire man or woman would allow that to happen – make Yorkshire cheese in Lancashire, whatever next! – so after a management buy-out the staff resumed production for themselves.
For a modest fee it was possible to visit the factory and a small museum and an inevitable shop where we overspent on dairy products described sometime before by T S Eliot as the “Mozart of Cheeses”, with a variety of unlikely ingredients – ginger, pineapple, blueberries etc.
On account of just how busy it was we declined to stop in Hawes and drove back instead to Castle Bolton where there is a magnificent castle where Mary Queen of Scots was once imprisoned with tall walls, crenulated battlements and expansive views over the Dales but admission was quite expensive and not certain that the children would appreciate the visit we decided against it and after we had gate-crashed the gardens without a ticket we drove back to the cottage stopping briefly in the town of Leyburn for some grocery supplies.
I had visited Castle Bolton before, around about twenty years ago with my children…
And now I was back with my grandchildren…
Any mention of Wensleydale makes me think of Wallace and Gromit! 🙂
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I love the Falls but it’s probably not the best time of year. Then again it can be slippery and wet in Autumn so you ‘pays yer money, takes yer choice’. 🙂 I remember doing a nice walk from Castle Bolton in mizzle. Love your description of the grandies rearrangement of the house. Remind me not to invite them 🙂
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I lived in Richmond for a short while so have visited many times and in all conditions. I like it best when the water runs fast and fierce!
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Yep! 🙂 🙂
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I’ve seen Aysgarth Falls in adverts and magazines before now, but without knowing where it was. It’s very pretty and looks as if it would be very safe for children.
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I am not so sure John, the water runs quickly over those rocks. I wouldn’t want to lose one in there that’s for sure.
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You have shown some delights of Yorkshire – last year stayed near Leyburn – a fair drive from South of England
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I was about eight miles from Leyburn – what a wonderful little town! Thanks for stopping by.
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Oh my goodness Andrew those three are adorable! I have snorted my morning coffee on several occasions reading through your post. This bit…. ally and the children rearranged their room in the way that they like it – rather like Belgium after the German Panzer division had passed through on the way to France in 1939….had me rolling. Wonderful to see the photos of you with your children and then your grandchildren. How fortunate we are to be well enough to spend time with these little ones.
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Thanks Sue, it is a privilege to visit again with a new generation!
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Love the photos in the same spot with your children and then grandchildren!! Never been to Wensleydale don’t know why really as my son is a cheese fiend – another place for the list.
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You have to go to Wensleydale, your son would love the cheese factory. I would recommend visiting out of high season.
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Such humour inbetween your words! The then-and-now photos are marvelous. Fun story 🙂
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Thank you, I appreciate your comment.
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“This year I decided to rent a holiday cottage elsewhere and let them trash someone else’s place instead.” You are so funny, Andrew. Cute kids, though. I figure when the grandkids come to visit for a week, there are two weeks of preparation before and one week of cleaning up afterwards. In other words, it isn’t a week; it’s a month! The lovely Peggy doesn’t understand my logic, however. 🙂 –Curt
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It didn’t go entirely to plan Curt. After the week away the children all wanted to come home with me for a few days anyway. Kim had to practice her stress control techniques!
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You are a brave man, Andrew. 🙂 The summer before last, we had all five of our grandsons here at once for two weeks— and we have a small house. I am still in recovery… –Curt
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Love the “then and now” photos! Aysgrath Falls are lovely – have visited them a few times and always enjoy drives up to Wensleydale when I’m over 🙂 I know the feeling of grandkids trashing one’s place!! Have had a day babysitting and my house currently resembles a tip – love my 2 little granddaughters dearly though!!
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Yes of course and a bit off mess can always be cleared up quickly!
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I do keep finding purple play dough everywhere but apart from that more or less back to normal!
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Not sure Aysgarth is that spectacular. Hardraw Force more like.
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I agree. I went there a long time ago in the winter. Spectacular. I drove there this time. Crowded. Couldn’t find a parking spot so just drove on!
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Yorkshire. Full of flipping tourists!!
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I suspect you’re not quite the grump you make out to be. Somehow this post reminded me of Bill Bryson’s writing style. Very entertaining.
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Thanks Gunta. you would have to get feedback from my grandchildren on my grumpiness I guess!
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How special visiting the same places with your grandkids that you visited with your kids! I’m also impressed that you managed to track down the original photos – you must be more organized than me…did you plan that in advance?
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As the family archivist I have an attic full of photos and all well indexed and organised!
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