June 26 – If you want to know how the empty hotel saga ended, we went downstairs for breakfast at 7:30 in the morning (the time we were told), and found no one in the kitchen or the bar. There was, however, a trucker delivering sinks, who needed a signature on his manifest. He was wandering about, shouting hello, just like we had done yesterday. I offered to sign. We found the coffee machine, and sat down for a nice chat. There was a chicken wandering outside. He suggested we go see if she had laid any eggs, so we could make ourselves some breakfast! He was from Worcestershire, where the sauce is made. Nice People of England! At 8:00, a lady came to cook our full English. Off we went!
Only 8 miles today, still clear and sunny. We have officially left the Lake District, and are now walking through the northern part of the Yorkshire Dales. Signs of civilization.
Scary signs too. Beyond, there be dragons!
We passed a double stone circle, that our guidebook says has been there for 8000 years. Behind it is a copse – another word we don’t use every day.
Then there was a boulder, as in “go straight on past the boulder.”
Before very long, we arrived at Orton, a sweet little village.
All Saints Church was open for us to see.
They have some big old bells.
And a bell ringers band!
We’re staying at the historic George Hotel.
The shop had some products we don’t see everyday. Love chutney!
Coast to Coast humo(u)r: