farmers markets on the green this morning!
we bought some bacon & cumberland sausage from the butcher [5 pounds]. I know that butchers are world wide, but somehow, buying from a local at a farmers market makes it more real.
so a stroll was in order.. around the village and back lanes..
then a trip to the market town of Richmond. delightful. after purchasing our pay and display token, we toddled of to find a pub for lunch, where I could sit and do my blog.. internet access at Reeth is almost non existent.. Joe and I shared fish and chips..
I love Reeth, the views, the countryside, the village itself. I feel as if I could live here and that is why the self-contained cottages suit us so well. I get to play house, wherever I am visiting. always different and by choosing old cottages, I can absorb it all into my very being.
the gardens here are delightful. walking around, I notice vegie plots and rambling cottage gardens.. and once again, my soul is touched. this is how my garden back in Katoomba, must be. the hydrangeas are a deep pink.. mine are usually blue..and I remember my grandmas hydrangeas, pink as well as blue, and I remember her watering each plant separately with a mix of something or other.. alkaline or acidic for different colours.
[things that i have learned since being here: wifi or internet access is not as important as a good bathroom. wifi is available at most pubs or one can drive to a bigger town, where the dongle works. some cottages I enquired about had no shower, just a bath.. fine for me.. but Joe loves his shower. non-smoking is preferable as is a pet free cottage. because although I don't mind dogs, I am allergic dreadfully to cats.. and dog smells inside a damp cottage aren't nice.]
from my journal:
"I am so overwhelmed with all the history of England, at times. I cannot fathom it. so ancient, beyond my comprehension.. roman, norman, medieval.. Australian colonisation, being a very young country in comparison with England. a very toucy subject is all of this, I know that the land mass and our indigenous people are one of the oldest on Earth, the land mass being one of the first, but it is not part of my genetic memory, for some peculiar reason, does not resonate with my being, with my soul. as gorgeous as Australia is, I don't feel as if it is part of me. I hope to change that while I am here, by laying to rest all that ancestral memory that I carry within me, so strongly. there is nothing worse than yearning for a place that cannot be"
and it is.
we go for a morning walk around the village.. with more oohing and aahhhing...send some more postcards
and then, we were off for a Saturday drive - round trip through the country side.. driving through villages with names such as Bedale, Constable Burton and Leyburn.. all very pretty but none of the allure that Reeth has. I think I have found yet another soul home. how many can one have?
as we drive along, pheasant and grouse run out, autumn leaves flutter down and the sun shines for us. Moors turn to English pastures and we both acknowledge once again how fortunate we are to be here.
stopping at Leyburn for morning tea.. choices.. Victorian sponge, another scone or a ginger teacake?...we go for the Victorian sponge which has orange jam instead of the usual strawberry. of course, delicious. [note to self: must learn how to bake these treats..]
sometimes, I wish my family had not emigrated to Australia.. but then, of course, I would not be who I am anyhow.. so...that is my life. I am Australian of English ancestry and have to be happy with that. *sigh*...
[and of course, I am beginning to realize that Australia is unique.. car parking is available, organic produce is readily available and reasonably priced, I can buy rooibos in supermarkets... and many other things that we take for granted]
then through some more towns.. North Allerton [not impressed..I really think we have been spoilt with Reeth].. and then onto Thirsk. Home of James Herriot... a nice market town.
and then lunch... and the ever. ongoing saga of dongles and wifi.
back home to our little cottage for the night.. cooking our own dinner of the sausages and vegies and dining in front of the fire.. then a short walk to the Black Bull for treacle pudding with custard and a glass of wine.
Another difference to home is that dogs are allowed in most pubs and tea rooms. not all, but most. at the pub was a gorgeous border collie who Joe made friends with immediately. they are just such beautiful dogs.. and remind us both of Sydney, our dog at Warrimoo.
and as Joe put the key in the lock to our cottage door, we were both thinking how difficult it is going to equal this as we continue our travels
November 11 - Remembrance Day
a day where we go exploring the Dales for our last day here because tomorrow, we are off to York.
[for my own records: Moor View, Reeth. 4 nights 150 pounds]