Pattern

Pattern

Pattern Beware larks, we’re up, about and after you.  Decide Breakfast is a dish best served elsewhere so we head to the train station, eat one bacon barm and one sausage barm (you can guess who had which!) at the caff at the station. Then onto the 07:48 to York.
Train journey is uneventful with the exception of pheasant and bunny spotting.  Arrive at York, utilise their water closets and head to the Railway Museum.  Rodents we’re an hour early and its breezy and chilly again.  Get some grief about that! Yep, truly I am in control of the weather!  Eventually we get in and what a fab time we had.  We find Steven a suitable cushion which we find amusing anyway!  After a couple of hours hooning around with the camera we head to the road train.
Dropped at the Minster.  Executive decision is taken to view the Minster then seek food on the basis that everyone will be eating now.  The Minster is suitably beautiful and interesting. C gets carried away with the archaeology, I still struggle with that one!  Still it’s a historically interesting venue. We end up with a new duck and church mouse from the shop!
Lunch provides a few issues, restaurants are full but we eventually find a Greene King pub to eat in.  Both of us have the steak pie including a crust manufactured of reinforced concrete, I even try applying gravy to soften it.
Follow lunch with a gentle stroll to the station. C is suffering but she’s walked a relatively long distance today. We have a rest near the station, then into the Tap for a pint as we wait for the train. I Should Be So Wookie for me, delicous!
Uneventful train journey home and gentle stroll across the bridge back to the hotel.
Entrance

Entrance

Entrance Wake, ablute and brekky, leave the houseo for trip to Scarborough. At the bus stop by 8.30. Grayway feeder arrives 15 minutes early which suits us. Off to Burtonwood services, changeover is smooth and plenty of time for a coffee.

Journey and a 30 minute break at services followed by an hour at the next services and lunch. As predicted am on a trip with a bunch of senile delinquents and mogadon swallowing Burnley firm intent on finding the match on Sky somewhere. Travel is boring, bus not exactly comfy and we end up devouring as a result of a car accident.

The Cumberland Hotel in Scarborough is a touch rough round the edges, staff are welcoming but almost as geriatric as the party we’re in. Comp drink in the bar though is welcome.

Food is not great, it’s catering for the audience not much crunch. Fish cake sans fish but tasty enough. Roast ham and chips is in fact sliced ham and chips. Cheese and biscuits were good but lack poof knife makes buttering the biscuits difficult.

Bed early in the dungeon.