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Our adventures in the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus continue....
  
We drove up from Kent on 15th and it took us about 6 hours. There was an overturned lorry at the junction of the M11 and numerous other roadworks on the way up. We did stop for about 30 minutes to give us a break, particularily as I was too mean to include two drivers on the hire car insurance, which meant yours truly doing the lot.
It was great to see Bill & Margaret again and to get a look at their lovely new house in Harrogate, which is their chosen retirement home. They did however get their own back on us, just like when they came to us last October, they had the builders in. We relaxed for the evening over dinner and caught up on the news.
Thursday morning was a little overcast and Bill wanted to sort a few things out with the builder, so Margaret, Joan and myself walked in to Harrogate town centre. It only takes about 20 minutes so makes their choice of location really great, as if you don't want lots of shopping, then you get exercise to go with your tr
ip. Margaret left Joan and I to browse around and we met up for coffee later. We were very impressed with our first vist to Harrogate, it has a lovely feel about it. Bill came in to pick us up, but then I guess he knew that Joan couldn't resist the shops.
In the evening we all went out to a town centre seafood restaurant, which is apparently quite popular with the locals. Despite the extensive menu we all four stuck with the fresh haddock and chips, medium size for the girls and large for the boys. I have to say that it has got be some of the most lovely fish and chips I have ever eaten.
Today, Friday, started off as a nice dry day so the decision was made to go out on to the moors. This was being done especially for us as it was our first real visit to Yorkshire. But things change and on the way the heavens decided to open up and the rain bounced. we found somewhere to park in Galveston (I think that's where it was) and an old world tearoom to enjoy coffee and homemade fruit cake served with local cheese. It wasn't just a tearoom but also a sweet shop where they shelves full of jars of sweets, served up in paper bags and I am old enough to remember that as the only way to buy sweets with your pocket money. Joan just had to have a bag of dolly mixtures. Ouside of this shop we found this lovely statue of Mrs Rabbit, but we had to look up in one of Margaret's grand-childrens books to confirm that it really was Mrs Rabbit. By this time the rain had eased off, so we went up on Ilkley Moor to take a look. We had told Bill and Margaret about the evening on the Yangtze cruise, when John had attempted to teach the Americans his version of "On Ilkley Moor Bart'at", so just couldn't resist these pictures to send to him when we get back.
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