SOOOOO... for the past few weeks, we thought to ourselves, "how do we destroy whatever little readership we already have on this blog?" Well, the obvious conclusion we came to was not posting. This may or may not be a true story.
I will post in chronological order of our adventures. You must also listen to City and Colour while you read this. It makes it more poignant, reminiscent, and thought-provoking.
maybe.
One final comment before I actually talk about anything important. I like being 5 hours ahead of the East coast. Doing things during business (1-10pm) hours is
much easier. Sometimes I send someone an email at like 10am GMT and it shows up as 5am EST and I feel great about myself.
Anyway: 2/18/11 we went to Skipton,
"THE GATEWAY TO THE DALES" as they like to be known. It was like an hour bus ride because we took the city bus (the X84) and had a toooon of stops in Otley and Ikley. It was a... big surprise... dreary day. So we didn't get to do to much but it was a nice reconnoiter for the Yorkshire Dales. British hiking (or walking as they call it) paths don't
really exist. Which is neat, you just need maps, since the average view distance seems to be about 50 feet. (I am only mildly exaggerating.) Still, coming from the great U.S.A., it just strikes me as odd to just walk through people's land with cows, sheep, farm equipment, etc. Plus, there aren't really any markers other than at the beginning. It's kind of just a, "here's the trail, good luck" kind of sign. The only way I ever feel like we're doing something legal is when we see ways to cross over/through fences and walls.
Long story short: fun day trip.
2/20/11 (or 20/2/11
here... I probably seem like a prick, wahr nicht?)
On Saturday we went to Lincoln. Guess what kind of weather we had? Consequently, Merrie was not in the photoiest (read: photo-ee-ist) of moods. Lincoln itself was... alright. It was a good experience to do, just so you know your not missing out toooo much. It had a castle... and a cathedral... just like every other town. Actually, the castle not only housed an original copy of the Magna Carta, but it was used as jail based upon the
separate system. The chapel was especially eerie. We also felt obligated to go into the cathedral, which we did. It was not as opulent as York Minster, but it was neat in it's own right. The town itself is built on the only hill in Lincolnshire, so on our way back to the train station we had to walk through a very long, and commercial, hill. It would have been extra neat if we had any money to spend. There was more to see, but we didn't get to it in time.