Easter Holidays Part 2
Much of the second week was taken up with a trip up north to Yorkshire. It had been over 5 months since we’d seen my mum and Martin and also Chris’s mum Shirley and her husband Rick on the way back from the Lake District last October half term.
The weather this time was very kind and on the way up we stopped off to have lunch with my aunt and uncle where we could happily catch up on news in their conservatory, overlooking a sunny garden. We drove on to North Yorkshire to see Chris's folks. They'd cooked various delicious spicy curries which we ate after our usual dog walk over to the river bank. That evening we continued on to Hull in the dark and eventually found our apartment after getting a bit lost with road closures and one way systems.
We chose Hull as a base as we thought if the weather was bad and there was a limit to sitting in gardens, there would at least be places to walk around in this city and it had been over 10 years since we had wandered around and seen what changes had taken place.
Once we'd dropped off our things at the apartment we wandered around the old town.
Past the minster.
If any of you do visit Hull then I’d recommend these small businesses
Ophelia on Humber Street for beautiful dried blooms and freshly mixed herbal teas.
BE Coffee on North Church Side. Fully compostable cups and vegan options here.
Chinese Laundry on Savile Street. Vintage clothing here.
Somewhere I would have liked to visit was here and here but due to covid restrictions they were not open. Along with those I've listed there are many other art galleries and museums to visit in this friendly city.
We called in to see mum and Martin again for a quick lunch and Chris and the teens helped Martin with some digging and weeding of his vegetable patch. They have a large garden and it's quite a lot for them to manage now that they are in their mid 80s.
The journey home to Kent was a long one. I drove the first hour or so back to Newark, as I'm trying to get more confident with driving Chris’s car. We have trips planned to the Lake District, Cornwall and Devon this year so I need to be able to share some of the driving with Chris. I've never enjoyed driving and I avoid it whenever possible. Having recently acquired my brother’s cast off but very nice automatic Mercedes E class I'm becoming so used to not having to think about gears I really need to get back into driving with a gear stick again. For someone who hates driving, I do love a luxury car. There is this materialistic part of me that covets a Range Rover, fancy Mercedes or Jaguar. I wonder if, in a similar way to the gut biome in where the good and bad bacteria are constantly waging a war and influencing our mood, decisions and health, whether there is some kind of battle waging between my inner hippy and this glamour loving, status symbol craving character? My dad loved luxury cars, not that we ever had one apart from in Malta when he had a 1966 Jaguar but other than that, only an ancient Daimler that squeaked.