I’d drawn up a long list of places I’d like to visit during my sojourn Up North. To be honest I’d have needed a least two weeks to fit in everywhere I’d thought of. The week before I went there’d been a heatwave. The week I was there, normal British Summer had arrived. Grey skies and the threat of rain. My First morning, drizzle. Humph. The nearest place on my list was the village of Hutton le Hole, chosen for being very pretty, beck running through the middle, with Heather all round.
And as it happens home of the Ryedale Folk Museum. Solution for my First day out, go there, and when the drizzle stops as it was forecast to do after lunch, enjoy the moors.
I know the museum pretty well from taking family there, I think I even heard a talk about it once at the family history group I belonged too. The cost was reasonable, gives me access for a whole year plus discount at two nearby cafes.
Oh my. I had never visited here by myself before, and I really loved walking round at my own pace.
There were two gorgeous Tamworth pigs that I fed too, but the picture I took just shows a pigs backside so I’ll spare you that.
There was also an exhibition showcasing local artists , but more on that later. My next stop was the Barn Tea rooms, where I had a tasty bowl of roasted red pepper and tomato soup. I ate that , so no picture and I did get the promised discount. Bargain.