North Yorkshire pt 2


We had a wonderful week in North Yorkshire back in August. There’s more about Scarborough elsewhere on these pages but here are a few further photos. Seconds after I took this there was a torrential downpour and we had to shelter in a shop doorway opposite while being divebombed by pigeons who were similarly unimpressed with the rain. This chapel is a short stride from the arcades and rock shops but I know nothing else about it. Quite a contrast from the Kiss Me Quick hats and stag night Learner signs.

Harwood Dale

This is the view from our holiday cottage. A wonderful spot. I could sit and write with this as my backdrop all day.

The weather was good but the sheep would huddle together at night and in rainfall, which I expect they see plenty of in Yorkshire.

Checkout Captain – a poem

Sometimes I need a checkout. I can’t be bothered to use the self-serve because I know I’ll have picked up the only loaf with a malfunctioning barcode or the deduction on the nearly-out-of-date Greek yoghurt will fail to deduct, or I’ll have to wait until the next Ice Age to get my £1.20 parking back.

There are few tills open at my local supermarket but there is always someone in one of those microphone headsets fitness instructors favour, and occasionally a giant foam pointy hand as popularised by Kenny Everett at the Tory Party conference.

I’d rather they served me but they clearly have cones to set out and health and safety warnings for spilt milk to add to aisle 3. Sorry, for the grumpiness. I don’t let it show. I fume in a quiet English way. Anyway, enough context.

My yoghurt gag was a big hit with the Portuguese