When you get to squeeze past three score years and ten, you tend not to have retained many wishes from earlier years. Now, all that concerns, is the present. Keeping in good health; good humour; good company.
It’s mid-evening. Dinner downed. Washed-up. Showered. Time to settle down for another episode of Fauda with a coffee and our new discovery – Yorkshire Curd tartlet. Outside, Beastie’s roof is being hammered into submission by the open heavens. The rat-a-tat-tat, a comforting end to today’s three peeks itinerary.
Peek one, Pickering Castle, a barely good excuse to squander twelve quid. A scattering of ‘WIKI’ notice boards fail to enlighten or ignite any real interest. Our brief wander around another National Heritage ruin is over before we can say William the Conqueror. This sign prevents us from making a wish . . .
Peek two – a little further west along the A170, glorious Helmsley village awaits. A must go-to recommended by Sue, our neighbour from across the road. She has rellies buried at the 12th century All Saints Church.
We are fast discovering that pasties, pastries & pie shops lie at the heart of every market square we stumble upon. Cornerstones for lunchtime with an array of irresistible Yorkshire delicacies. It’s lunchtime – we don’t resist.
It’s hard to believe that over forty years have sneeked by since the first showing of All Creatures Great & Small. So peek three, in Thirsk, provides a visit to the James Herriott Museum. A quite superb magical reminder of the craziness of what being a country vet in the 30s was like. Ardent fan, Mrs S is in her element. There is even one room replicating the original Pebble Mill set.
