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Yorkshire, Beverley and Hornsea

Hornsea Beach Yorkshire

February school half-term and I had a visit from the grandchildren to plan for which can be a stressful experience as generally when they visit they spend a week dismantling and redecorating the house and trashing the garden .

As always I made some preparations but this is rather like building the Maginot Line, a good idea, very expensive but ultimately useless!

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 and I don’t think I am being unfair here there just 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.  You don’t go to Grimsby unless you are going to Grimsby!

This half-term I decided to find a reasonably priced hotel and let them trash someone else’s place instead.  Unfortunately for the Premier Inn Company I chose their hotel in Beverley in Yorkshire just a few miles north of Hull, the UK Capital of Culture for 2017.

hull

We arrived late on Monday afternoon and proceeded immediately to take the place apart – I was sure that the police would arrive at any minute in a blitz of flashing blue lights and screeching sirens  to take us away. Within minutes it looked like Belgium after the German army had driven through in 1940 on the way to France.  But all was not lost and eventually they calmed down and we went for evening meal in the dining room which we managed to leave an hour or so later without completely destroying the place.

North Sea Hornsea

Next day it was a lovely late Winter morning and after breakfast I made a decision that it was worth making a short journey to the coast to the North Sea town of Hornsea.  It took us about thirty minutes to drive there.

On arrival I was immediately impressed.  I live near the resort town of Cleethorpes but although it is a popular holiday resort it has to be said that it is just a muddy estuary where the sea is barely visible for long periods of the day but this was real North Sea coast with a raging sea, barnacled groynes, pounding surf, churning water and a pebble beach clattering away as it was constantly rearranged by the tidal surge.

Hornsea Beach Yorkshire

I liked it but the children liked it even more and once down on the beach they made a run for the sea.  I called after them to stop but it was hopeless, shouting into a wind that just carried my instructions away back towards the promenade and they charged like the Light Brigade towards the water.

Inevitably they fell in.  William first and then Patsy, Molly managed to stay vertical but still got soaked by the waves.  I had no change of clothing of course (a lesson learned there) so after I had dragged them from the sea we had to walk a while and let the stiff wind blow the moisture from their clothes.  Marks out of 10 for Granddad – ZERO.

Hornsea Yorkshire Winter Beach

I liked Hornsea, a seaside town off the main visitor route, rather inaccessible and certainly not on any main tourist trail.  I would absolutely go back there again, maybe even for a weekend break (no children).

Wet through we returned to Beverley to the Premier Inn where we changed and showered and then simply enjoyed the room.  None of the children were enthusiastic about visiting the town centre and I wasn’t going to argue with them on that point because being around shops can be another challenge so we wasted the afternoon away as we prepared for a second night in the dining room and a plan to spoil everyone else’s evening!

Yorkshire Hornsea

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Postcards of 2016

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Postcard Maps of 2016

Morocco Postcard Map

January…

I really need to be careful about making bold statements because upon returning from Morocco in December 2011 I said that I would never go again.  This is what I said…

“I enjoyed the experience of Fez, the Riad was excellent, the food was good, the sightseeing was unexpected and we were treated with courtesy and respect by everyone associated with the Riad but I have seen Morocco now and I think it may be some time before I return to North Africa as we resume our travels through Europe.”

Well, now I have to eat my words because our first overseas trip in 2016 was to Essouria on the Atlantic coast of Morocco.  Why did I go back on my statement – return flights for less than £40 each are just too good to resist and nothing beats getting on a plane with temperatures hovering around zero and then getting off again three hours later into 20°, blue sky, sunshine and swaying palm trees.

April…

We like to visit Spain at least once a year but somehow managed to miss a trip in 2015 so after a two-year wait we were happy to be going back, this time to Andalucía in the far south, the second largest and most populous of all of the Regions.

After picking up the rental car we headed immediately to the Autopista del Sol,an ugly, charmless toll road which conveniently by-passes the congested coast road and moves traffic from east to west with brutal efficiency.  It reminded me of what Laurie Lee had to say about it: “The road to Malaga followed a beautiful but exhausted shore, seemingly forgotten by the world.  I remember the names, San Pedro, Estepona, Marbella and Fuengirola.  They were salt-fish villages, thin ribbed, sea hating, cursing their place in the sun.  At that time one could have bought the whole coast for a shilling.  Not Emperors could buy it now.”

June…

We travelled to Ireland in 2014 and went to the west coast and a year later we went to Northern Ireland and stayed in Belfast.  Despite Ireland’s reputation for Atlantic storms, dreary weather and lots of rain we enjoyed blue skies  on both occasions.  So good was the weather that Kim thinks it is permanently sunny in the Emerald Isle so we arranged to go again this year and this time chose the city of Cork, the county of West Cork and the south coast of the country as our destination.

north wales

Also in June…

I last stayed in a caravan in about 1970 and I said that I would never ever to do it again.  I have consistently maintained that I just do not understand caravanning at all or why people subject themselves to the misery of a holiday in a tin box with no running water, chemical toilets and fold away beds, there is no fun in it whatsoever.

I am pleased to be able to report that modern caravans are much improved and imagine my shock then when I tell you that I was so impressed with our holiday caravan accommodation in Borth because it had all of the facilities of a modern home with running water, a bathroom, electricity and a fully equipped kitchen and after preparing and enjoying a full English breakfast I walked out with a spring in my step on a voyage of rediscovery.

August…

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.

This year I decided to rent a holiday cottage elsewhere and let them destroy 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.

cyclades-postcard

September…

We had not visited the Cyclades Islands in Greece since 2011 and so we were interested to see what changes there might be in five years.

We no longer choose to fly to Athens because there is always the risk of industrial action on the buses or the metro or the ferries, or getting caught up in a demonstration in the city centre as we did in 2011, so this year we flew instead to Mykonos, a popular tourist destination in the centre of the island group.

south-wales-map

October…

South Wales isn’t new to me of course, I studied history at Cardiff University between 1972 to 1975, worked a summer season at Butlin’s Holiday Camp at Barry Island and I have visited several times since but on this occasion I was travelling with my good friend who hails from the Rhondda Valley and he had promised to show me some things that I might not otherwise have expected to see.  A privileged insider’s view as it were!

Malta Map Postcard

Also in October…

I have heard it said that you either love Malta or you hate it, there are no half measures, there is no sitting on the fence.  I love it I went several times in the 1990s on family holidays and I returned for the first time since then in 2015.  I hoped that Kim would love it too and as it happened she liked the place so much that we returned for a second time in October 2016.

November…

My sister, Lindsay, more or less lives permanently in Spain now on the Costa Blanca so this provided a perfect opportunity to go and visit her and spend some time in a part of Spain that I haven’t visited for several years.  I have never considered it one of favourite parts of the country so I was interested to see what impression it would make this time!

Twenty Good Reasons to Visit Yorkshire

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North Yorkshire – More Postcards

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North Yorkshire – Water

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North Yorkshire – Richmond

Richmond Town Cryer

The next morning we debated what to do.  The majority decision was to visit a nearby attraction called ‘The Forbidden Corner’  but due to bureaucratic planning restrictions tickets could only be bought on-line and without communications at the cottage this had been quite  impossible.

We drove there anyway and at the entrance they confirmed that entrance was only by advance booking so we took a bagged a spot later in the week and drove off to look for something else to do.

The children thought they might like to visit the chocolate factory in nearby Leyburn and even though all of the signs seemed to suggest that it was open it was in fact closed so we had an empty car park to ourselves to debate what to do.

We decided to go to the town of Richmond.  I like Richmond, it was named UK town of the year in 2009.  It is the most duplicated UK place-name worldwide with at least fifty-seven occurrences including seven in Canada, five in Australia, two in New Zealand and a massive thirty-seven in the USA with a place called Richmond in twenty-five states.

The list of previous residents include Lord Baden-Powell, Founder of the scouting movement, the author Lewis Carroll, Charles Grey, 2nd Earl Grey, British Prime Minister and the man famous for my favourite tea – Earl Grey and me.  I lived there for about nine months in 1997 when I was managing waste collection contracts in the north of England and the company rented me a nice house in the town to save on expensive travel and hotel bills.  I hated working for Onyx UK but this was a very pleasant interlude!

Richmond Knight

So we arrived in Richmond in the late morning and competed for a parking bay in the busy market place and having secured a rather dodgy spot where I was certain that someone would surely drive into me while trying to squeeze into the space next to it I reluctantly left the car but watched over it while we stopped for ice cream in the town centre before walking away towards the imposing Norman castle which dominates the whole of the town.

I had visited Richmond Castle before, around about twenty years ago with my children …

Richmond Castle

… and now I was back with my grandchildren.

Yorkshire Richmond Castle

If we had been disappointed earlier this morning by the failure to find something to do we couldn’t complain this afternoon because although we didn’t know it in advance there was a major English Heritage event today at the castle and there was a medieval afternoon to enjoy.

A medieval event is a historical recreation where historical enthusiasts wander around the country all through the summer and demonstrate re-enactments and tell stories and interpretations about life in the past.  I imagine it is rather a sad life but they seem to enjoy dressing up and pretending to be Romans, Vikings and Normans and it is all harmless enough.  Personally I prefer to spend my spare time playing golf!

Richmond soldiers

This turned out to be rather an important afternoon for me.  I am a history enthusiast myself and have always been disappointed that my two children have never shared my passion for castles and museums; once, about twenty-five years ago Jonathan got me through the York Castle Museum in about ten minutes flat.

Anyway, this afternoon I was so pleased to discover that my grandson William seems to have a genuine interest and once we had established that it wasn’t a playground ‘bouncy castle’ there was no stopping him climbing the spiral staircases and running about the battlements at the top.

He also showed a genuine interest in the toy soldiers and the play castles in the shop at the exit and although we didn’t buy one this afternoon I suddenly became confident about where my collection of toy soldiers will be going when I am next sorting out my will, which is rather appropriately going to William!

We eventually left Richmond, the castle and the entertainment and we drove directly back to the cottage at Thornton Stewart where Kim was shortly to join us for a couple of nights.

I was getting used to the remoteness of the place and beginning to enjoy the company of the sheep.  It was a lovely evening and the children played in the garden and entertained a herd of inquisitive cattle that came by the place to see what all of the noise was about!

North Yorkshire Sheep

Cows are pretty stupid animals it seems to me.  If you stand at a gate next to a field of cows pretty soon they will amble over and just stand and enjoy your company, they will stay there for hours and expect nothing in return, you can’t even feed them like you would a horse or a donkey.  They just stand there breathing heavy and occasionally lifting their tale and depositing a pile of shit onto the grass.

But there can be some danger attached to standing chatting to cows because according to official figures an average of five people a year in the UK are killed each year by them which is about twice as many recorded human fatalities caused by dogs.

Visit my blogging Pal John Knifton for an entertaining post on UK dangerous animals…

The Most Dangerous English Animal

Cattle in Yorkshire