Our well-travelled tourists … and guests

We do like to be beside the seaside..... at Whitby.
We do like to be beside the seaside….. at Whitby.

According to my daughter and son-in-law, there’s an old Chinese proverb that says that guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.

According to our friend Kalba, it’s Benjamin Franklin who coined exactly the same phrase.

Either way, received wisdom is that nobody can put up with house guests for more than a very few days without losing their patience, their good humour, and the friendship.

Our Ariegeois friends have just proved all that wrong.  They stayed ten days, and it was wonderful.  Though pretty exhausting, it was nothing but pleasure to spend an extended period with friends whom we value, but see far too little, and a fantastic chance to showcase Yorkshire – or a tiny portion of it anyway.

In my last post, I did a whistle-stop tour of our first few days together.  Here’s how the rest of the holiday went….

Knaresborough, with its wonderful 19th century railway viaduct spanning the River Nidd…

Knaresborough Viaduct.
Knaresborough Viaduct.

An obligatory coffee-stop at Betty’s, Yorkshire’s most famous tea room…..

Christine and a plate of Bett's scones.
Christine and a plate of Betty’s scones.

A meander round the Valley Gardens in Harrogate…..

The Valley Gardens
The Valley Gardens

A trip to the fantastic geological outcrops of Brimham Rocks

Brimham Rocks.
Brimham Rocks.

A day when our friends more than paid for their board by taking charge and getting our wood delivery for the winter shifted and sorted……

Max making a fine job of stacking the wood.
Max making a fine job of stacking the wood.

An evening with Ripon’s Wakeman, who since AD 886, has ‘set the watch’ to guard the citizens, sounding his horn at 9.00 p.m. every evening – every single day, whatever the weather, whatever the circumstances…..

The Wakeman and his horn.
The Wakeman and his horn.

A trip to York…..

The Shambles, once the street where all the butchers were, now a tourist Mecca. Wikimedia Commons.
The Shambles, once the street where all the butchers were, now a tourist Mecca. Wikimedia Commons.

A day in Whitby, fishing port, tourist destination, jet-mining town, and home of Dracula’s author, Bram Stoker…… Oh, and we ate fish and chips.  Of course.

The harbour at Whitby.
The harbour at Whitby……
..... and a line of cormorants.
….. and a line of cormorants.

And that’s only the headlines.

17 thoughts on “Our well-travelled tourists … and guests”

  1. les frenchies ont l’air de s’éclater: beaux cieux, beaux rivages et des amis très chers.le bonheur! Il tarde de voir plus de photos. Mais tout de même Christine, quelle gourmande!

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  2. What a wonderful 10 days. Did your guests have a highlight?
    I read your post without my glasses and thought at first you’d had an evening with Rick Wakeman! X

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  3. What a great mix of town and country, commercial and natural highlights! I think those rocks look fascinating and I love the tradition of the Wakeman–is that a Ripon thing specifically or do other towns do it? I like having company to give me an excuse to go out and re-experience some of the highlights of my region–I tend to take those things for granted otherwise.

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    1. Yes, guests are a great way of rediscovering familiar treasures, aren’t they? And the Wakeman is quite unique, and a special feature of Ripon life. You’d love Brimham Rocks. You’ll have to come and explore.

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  4. I’d have guessed Mark Twain. You’ve caught Yorkshire at its magnificent best, as ever. We’re just back from 3 glorious weeks in A-V. I think there are real similarities between all 3 of my homes, Yorkshire where I was born, the Ariège where I go for R&R and E Sussex where I live most of the time. The older I get the more I realise that I can’t really be doing with cosy countryside but need wide open spaces and here in E Sx the sea is close and you don’t get many wider spaces than that.

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    1. Quite. The sea’s great, but at its wild and craggy best. Definitely no golden strands for me. And as for countryside: the wilder the better. Give our love to the Pays d’Olmes.

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