Motorhome Madness with the Walters

 Amazingly, after yesterday, the day dawned bright and clear, if a bit chilly. Ian had been awakened in the night by Misty scratching, Misty retching, the need for the toilet, a yappy dog barking, a deep voiced dog barking, sheep baaing, and cattle a lowing. I had slept through the lot till 8’o’clock. Lovely.  It was my turn for Misty so I fed her and we trotted off to the huge dog field right next to Dame Shirl. It’s very very muddy, but the dogs can run free, and there were several really enjoying the morning. Over the wall in the farmers field tiny lambs were gambolling in the sunshine. And the cattle were a lowing.  Back at dame Shirl I wiped off Misty’s muddy legs and settled in for my perfectly prepared coffee. (Ian’s turn for that). Ian had decided to run tomorrow so today was Full English Day. A very nice one it was too. If I say so myself. Big Breakfast By the time the washing up was done, after all the lazing and pfaffing, it was Noon. The perfect time for a wal...

 It had been a long old winter. Ian had been working loads and running loads. I too had been working more than usual, plus trying to keep up with housework, cooking, ironing etc. we were both shattered so a nice Dame Shirley Easter weekend to Wensleydale was just what the doctor ordered. Kathy had agreed to come down and help with Monty and Amy as Einar was away in a huge castle in York with some friends of his. Unfortunately she had contracted a nasty ear infection so couldn’t drive! So I got a nice train journey up to collect her and drive her back home in her car.  Good Friday morning dawned, as most mornings seem to have since last summer, dark, dank and miserable. Never mind, we were going on holiday! Kathy and I took the lads for a walk in the woods while Ian showered, pfaffed etc, then it was time for off. This was, apparently, going to be the busiest day of the year for traffic, and it certainly seemed that way. The M1 North was nose to tail all the way to Bedale. Once...