Yorkshire All Around « Paws on the Road

Whaaaaa???? I can't hear youuuuuu!!!

Dear reader,

It’s been too long! But I see BabyPaw has snuck in and claimed a few posts for himself. I guess I can’t blame him for taking the opportunity when I so shamefully neglected my work here. That’s it though, BabyPaw, you hear me? I’m back! And with a list as long as my arm to tell you all about the stuff I’ve done in just the last few days. One forgets how much happens when one travels!

So, where do we start? York. I see that BabyPaw already told you a bit about our stay here. It really was a very nice place. The sun being out every day probably helped too but then that is always the case, isn’t it. One day we went to the National Railway Museum which didn’t sound all that exciting at first but boy, do they have some TRAINS there! Giant ones, super fast ones, royal ones… It was all very impressive.

They had a whole hall made up to look like an old train station.

This locomotive is HUGE!!!

Of course we wandered around the city a bit more too, found a nice garden to play in, watched the Moo boat go by (every evening around 6) and went to the chocolate museum. Definite highlight of the trip.

The ice cream boat with a cow on top. They drove by every evening, playing their enticing music but they never stopped. Don't they see the amount of people on the other side of the river?? Bad business decision...

Can I pick it up now? Is it ready? How about now?

There were some free games in the garden for us to play with. Needless to say, I ruled at horseshoes.

Then we headed out of the city and into the wilds of the Yorkshirelands. First stop, Castle Howard. (That wasn’t all that wild yet.)

Apparently they filmed some movies here. The Bride Visits? Or the Head of the Bride? I can't remember.

It started raining as we got to the playground so we had a picnic in the playhouse. Apparently it was a bit tight for the authorities but BabyPaw and I had lots of space. Don't know what they're complaining about.

But then it quickly become open country for real.

Just because it's the middle of nowhere doesn't mean there can't be a decent playground around.

We had a little heart-to-heart here about minimum number of books to be read at bedtime. I think it's safe to say that I stated an excellent case and will soon see an increase in nightly stories. Fingers crossed.

Picnic on a bridestone. Why are they called that??

And then it was time for the beach! Vamos a la playa, oh oh oh oh oh…

Not a bad day, judging by the crowds.

Scored myself a sweet little bucket.

Let's do this people!

Haha, about 5 minutes later BabyPaw wasn't even half as clean anymore.

It wasn't even that cold. I would have gone in if Catering had let me. But she just grumbled about a runny nose and such. Spoilsport.

Then we headed inland again to the Pennines for more dramatic landscapes populated by sheep.

There was a lot of ooh-ing and aah-ing in the front seats about the landscape. Boooring... (Except when the authorities let me hang my head out the window like a dog and look at the sheep on that special road. That was awesome.)

Uhm, guys? There are some rather loud animals out there?

Here, I give you three stones and some grass and then you give me your candy. That's how it works, BabyPaw, seriously.

So in that tower is where Rapunzel lived. Come on people, keep up.

Phew, that was a lot of ground to cover! But in case you didn’t bother reading it all, Yorkshire rules.

Time for bed now. Toodles!
SmallPaw

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