2013-06-06 Yesterday left home at 07.10 and drove north , setting off in sunshine but becoming grey and overcast as the miles fell behind but the roads remained dry. We decided to take an alternative route to Walkington near Beverley in order to cross the Humber Bridge. A good decision because the traffic was much lighter than it would have beeen on the M18/M62 route suggested by Tom-Tom. We arrived at our lovely B & B, “The Fergie” or properly “The Ferguson Fawsett Arms in the village of Walkington at lunchtime in bright sunshine. After checking in, we made our way to Driffield calling to see cousin Anne and husband Ted for afternoon tea. A visit which turned out to be a chatterthon not finishing until gone 9.00pm. To end the day we spent an hour in the local pub, The Barrel and sampled a couple of pints of Thwaits Guzzler before turning in. A very good day! Today (Thursday), we enjoyed a huge Yorkshire breakfast and then stolled over the road and up a short ginnel to view a memorial plaque to a cousin in the yard of All Hallows Church. At about 10.30, under a blue sky we headed off to view Golden Hill Farm at Wansford, once run by my uncle and then Dringhoe Manor Farm at Skipsea, where Mother was born. From Skipsea we made a brief call at Hornsea for a Pensioners Special fish and chips lunch (£2.75!!!). After lunch we set off on the 100 mile drive to the village of Askrigg in Swaledale to start our holiday proper, in a wee flat labelled “The Dovecott”. En route we bought petrol at two stations, neither were self-service! As I write the sun is setting over the hills giving long shadows over the buttercup yellow fields, stone walls and barns and farms. The hubbub of excited chatter can be heard coming from a “function” at the Kings Arms. I like my county!