A trip with the sibs

 It’s that time of year again - when I take a trip with the sibs to Wensleydale. We’re staying in Askrigg, up the dale from where our parents lived. As I’m on my hols, this is not a carefully constructed blog post: it’s a collection of happenings, and you’ll have to make do.

Last time we were here, I left a drawing of a mouse in the tiny art gallery:

Yesterday I left a copy of one of my books in the roadside library and it’s already been taken.

This is me at Mill Gill Force:

Photo by my sister Kath

Yesterday we went to the Nearly New Cashmere shop in Masham. With the amount of frank advice and snarky banter that went on in there, if Kath hadn’t told the sales assistant we were siblings, she surely would have guessed it.

Out on a walk today, I met an American who didn’t know about footpaths or public rights of way and had never heard the word ‘stile.’ I was showing him the way to Aysgarth Falls and we came across this stile in the middle of a field. Of course it used to be in a wall, but the wall has gone and the stile has been left to mark the route of the footpath. As you can imagine, this took some explaining.

Kath, on a previous trip

I’m having a fabulous time, snarky banter or no.