Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Hutton-le-Hole

If this were a published diary the readers would be confused by the sequencing.  One day they are in Hutton-le-Hole, then London, then back to Hutton-le-Hole, then in some caravan in Helperby ....
The author is clearly confused.

So here is some Hutton-le-Hole leftovers from our stay at the hunting lodge.

We love their dogs.  This is Dart.  Alice pronounces it Dot.  For two days I called it the wrong name.
She's their oldest dog, a sixth generation Jack Russell of which they have raised the previous five generations.

Another cute photo of Musket, the sandwich thief.


We took a walk to an abandoned Viking village.  On the path there were many slugs.  I gathered a bunch to place at the entrance.  We watched others stop and take pictures of the slugs, as if they had gathered randomly.  These are the things you do for kicks in the country.

Jules said I look like I've been beaten by Muhammed Ali in this picture.  Harsh.

Jen is reading a plaque, but she looks like a Deatheater.

Deatheater Jen in the abbey cemetery.  We made the most of this rainy day in the Yorkshire country.
Slugs and Deatheaters.

1 comment:

didi said...

WAIT, who picked up the slugs? Jen or Bill? I hope you washed your hands thoroughly afterwards!!!