It’s time to stop screwing around with the machanics of the stupid blog and make some entries already. So soon there’ll be some more entries covering the week David and I spent hiking, eating, and drinking in Grassington, Yorkshire Dales. But first this cautionary tale. Do not go anywhere with dry toast in your pockets, or They will attack you from the sea and from the air. Who are They? The shadowy evil figures that haunt your dreams and turn them to nightmare. They are… the massive continuity of ducks!! Mu-ahahahahaha!!
No, really, there are some really pretty canals in Britain – this is the one in Skipton, a few steps from the train station. You could conceivably arrive by train, step aboard a canal boat for a week, and putter along quite happily on the canal all week. Accompanied by a vigilant escort of ducks and geese. This lot evidently thought our pockets were stuffed with bread – wrong, they were stuffed with maps, bits and pieces of London guidebooks we hadn’t thrown away, and chicken tikka sandwich wrappers.
Maybe it was the chicken tikka? Bloodthirsty savages. That’s poultry.
There should be a new entry up in the September archive (with lots and lots of pictures) in a day or so. Category is the same as this post.