With the 90 day EU travel rule now in place, a welcome English Autumn mini-break has been forced upon us. While the option of flying off into the southern sun appeals, we head north to Yorkshire. Vainly hoping for a summer extention.
The last time we toured any part of Yorkshire was during the spring of 1988. A holiday cottage week spent with my mum and dad. Highlighted by Mary-Ann’s feelings of sickness every time dad took the wheel of our shared car. His so called ‘jerky’ driving the cause. It was only later, when morning nausea persisted back home, did we realise Laura was on her way.
Organising stopovers for our nine-night tour of the Yorkshire Moors and Dales proves trickier than imagined. Now we understand why our EU travels have been generally devoid of Brits. They are 99% camp-at-homers. Hence the unavailability of pitches on many sites, large or small. We take what and where we can.
Today’s uneventful journey of four hours thirty-five minutes brings us onto Grafham Water Campsite. A short surf from the water’s edge, via the pretty little village. We stretch the day off with a wooded lakeside walk.
Today is the day Queen Elizabeth II died.
R.I.P.