For my birthday, Jeremy booked a night at a farmhouse B&B in the Dales. It was quiet and low-key and wonderfully cosy. This was the view over Burnsall from our window...
...and looking the other way, the River Wharfe.
But wait, there's more...
On the way home, we saw a sign for an orchid show, and I insisted we stop and check it out. I didn't take many photos, but the light in these was irresistible.
Loud knocking at the door at 7.30 am does not make me happy - except when it signals the return of our passports, complete with shiny new Leave to Remain stickers. Yay!!!
Now I can stop worrying about whether I'll be able to go to my sister's wedding next month and start worrying about what to wear.
more...
I've lived in Maine, New Mexico, California, New York, Maryland, Northern Ireland, and now England. I don't know where I'll end up next! The previous chapter of this saga may be found at A Yorkshire Year.