Val's bits

Yorkshire is indeed a beautiful place. The Yorkshire people are very proud if their county. They sell Yorkshire milk, Yorkshire meat, Yorkshire cakes, 

and pies and teas and beer. 

On the floor of a small shop I spied a collection of brown envelopes, loose and of varied sizes, and yes, they were Yorkshire envelopes.


Anxious moments.

In the middle of a long flight, middle of the night, Don announced he had lost track his hearing aid.

Escaping from the challenging climate of Ayrshire we took a train to Haltwhistle, on Hadrian's Wall. When changing trains at  Kilmarnock  we had just ten minutes. And there was on lift to take us under the track to the next platform. Bikes are very heavy when fully loaded. We bumped them down the stairs. In the process Don twisted the chain and froze up his bike. He could not push it at all. Anxiety levels grew as he prodded and poked. With moments to spare we carried the bikes up, one at a time.

A Poem.

When it rains and it's cold

I try to be bold.

When the wind blows with rain

its a pain, (to keep going)

But when it hails as well

all I can see 

is the sign of the next B and B

Waking up in  warm tent, hoping it is not time to get up.

The George's.

George (I chose this name for him) came biking swiftly towards us, a cheery wave and a smile from under his neatly trimmed grey beard. 

Ten minutes on he sped towards us again, or was his helmet blue this time. 

Another spell and there he was once more, maybe his teeth are more pronounced ??

And here he comes again, greying beard, twinkly eyes, lovely lycra and a chirpy grin.

What I think is that some sixty years ago, on the lonely Yorkshire moors, successful experiments were made, and the sporty Yorkshire man was cloned.

In Lincolnshire tests resulted in a chubbier version, less desirable in lycra and more suited to ride a mountain bike.