Blogs from East Riding of Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom, Europe

Driving across the North Yorkshire Moors in the early 1990s, the voice of Tracey Thorn boomed out of the car stereo. "I would like to live like anybody else. In One Place". I was on my way home, after another long day trip to North Humberside. I say North Humberside tongue in cheek. The incarnation of the Local Government Act 1972 came into being in 2 years later and was never very popular with the residents. I used to address letters to an office up Holderness Road with the North Humberside postal moniker and the said recipient religiously crossed it out. He would leave envelopes for my future inspection with all references of Humberside replaced with the words, East Yorkshire. The Beverley Ring Road, Wetwang, Norton, Malton, Hutton le Hole and up and over past the ... read more

Dear All Greetings! This is my fourth and final blog entry on my summer trip 2020, travelling in the north-east of England from Newcastle to Hull. I had so far visited some really quite amazing and special places, and on the second Saturday of my trip, I was once more heading with my backpack, and sword in hand, to explore another undiscovered part of this country for me – the northern city of Kingston-upon-Hull, or simply just Hull. I had really enjoyed my time in the North York Moors National Park, particularly having chosen a lovely farmhouse BnB to base myself in. On the Saturday morning, I caught the country bus number 95 once more in Glaisdale village, back into Whitby again. I wasn’t there long, as I’d joined quite a long queue at the bus ... read more

On our last morning, we rose early and packed to leave and move on. Not just to move on, but to return home, at the end of what had been a wonderful trip. I wasn’t ready to stop our travelling. I’m not sure I ever will be ready to stop travelling but we’re not Richard Branson so needs must! We checked out and the bell boy said he would let us know when our transport arrived so we sat in the foyer and mooched about the library while I looked out over the Potomac River and reminisced as we waited, reflecting on the amazing experiences we had had over the past few months. As it happened, we really didn’t need the bell boy to tell us when our transport arrived. It was the only vehicle to ... read more

Patience is a virtue. All good things come to him who waits. These proverbs are coming into my head on a regular basis. I can hear my mum, my dad and my gran saying them over and over again. I have patience but it gets in short supply when the weather is poor and I feel the need to head off for sunnier climes. Suzy still stands forlorn marooned on her island and unable to hit the road. The driver in our house has attacked with matock, pick axe, saws and hammer one of the three tree stumps in the way of her escape route. The weather has been too unkind to continue with the other two . It has been a roller coaster ride of dark and gloomy days, days where it felt as if ... read more

Photos of Bonville Model Village...... read more