Did I get it wrong, dear?

I have had this lifelong problem of getting my lefts and rights wrong, so much so that when I read the road atlas I have to turn the book in the direction we are going in. Today Ian decided to rely on my navigation skills and all I had to do was to point MB in the direction of Thirsk. Hmm.... I think by now you may well have guessed that I told him to go left at the main road instead of right, and we started heading back toward Helmsley...oops! No way was I going to admit my mistake! He started chuntering about how he felt sure we were going the wrong way. "Are we dear?" I asked inquiringly. "I'll just check the road atlas." Oh, yes" I replied, "so we are."

Turning the wrong way did have its merits because we would have never been held up by these tractors. This Tractor Charity Run happens every year to raise money for the Marie Curie Cancer Care and Yorkshire Air Ambulance. What an excellent way to raise the cash.

T'was a cold start to the day, a mist surrounded the country side giving everything an eerie feel.

But rising out of the valley and the mist cleared to a cloudless sky.

The A170 road to Sutton Bank....I imagined all sorts of horrors, steep drops, a narrow road, a really tight hairpin, but apart from the steep gradient where we kept to a low gear, that bend was relatively tame as hairpins go. That bend appeared plenty wide enough for towing vehicles to negotiate, but I suppose it's the steep descent and ascent that is the problem.

The journey to Thirsk took all of 40 minutes! The Thirsk Race Course campgrounds wouldn't allow anyone on site until after midday, so we spent an hour in a Tesco car park to while away that hour, but once on site, we made the most of the glorious sunny weather and chilled for the rest of the day.

And this photo for Grandson Thomas. Marvin enjoying his holiday.