I’ve woken in the middle of the night! I can’t say it’s because of excitement about Britain having entered another lockdown but this time round I imagine it will feel a lot less peculiar.
No, I think the reason I’ve woken is because my brain has worked out this blog post, based on a day out a couple of weeks ago.
The farm where I purchase my bread flour in the Yorkshire Wolds was opening its doors for Apple Sunday. We could have booked a slot to pick apples in the orchard but, even without the our cookers this year, we really didn’t need anymore, so we contented ourselves with venturing into their orchards for a browse.
Normally, the bakery at the farm would be open for customers to wander in and choose what they wanted on the day. This time, we had had to pre-order, which worked well. I mean, we still enjoyed a picnic lunch – in the car, as it was a bit nippy.
Originally, I’d been planning to drive on to the coast after the farm visit but, on the outbound journey to Driffield, had noticed a sign for a deserted medieval village. My daughter seemed a lot keener on this new option as well, so after a bit of an internet search and some guesswork we finally found ourselves at Wharram Percy.
Unfortunately, my phone battery was having a slight hissy fit and decided it didn’t want to maintain a decent charge. Simultaneously, the car charger decided it didn’t want to work ever again, so I wasn’t able to get a full complement of photographs. As you can see though, it was rather a dark and dreary day and, apart from the church, there was no actual village to see.
Notwithstanding the limitations of light, warmth, failing phone batteries and the demise of the car charger, we had a resoundingly good day out. Apart from the sense of adventure in exploring a place we accidentally discovered en route, I was pleased that we’d got such a worthwhile outing in before the impending Tier 3, nay lockdown, came into force.