I woke up to the sun shining into my cosy bedroom, and when I opened the door to the staircase, our landlords' two cats came running in - they had, I later learned from my sister, already been paying us a visit at 2.00 in the morning! She had put them out again and made sure the cat flap in the back door was firmly locked, but they somehow must have managed to open it again, as they were now here, curiously exploring my room and going downstairs with me in the hope of some food (they never got anything from us).
|The Wakeman's House, Ripon Market Square|
Ripon offers many nice walks in and around the town, some are described in leaflets by the Civic Society, and usually they are well marked.
We started out along the river Skell.
I nearly stepped on this little mouse! And when I say "little", I mean it - it was about half the length of my thumb! Before we walked on, I very carefully stroked its furry back and made sure it hid well in the grass besides the path.
On we went, along the river and across.
Underneath the bridge where the railway used to be (now part of the bypass), we reached the outskirts of Ripon. It was very quiet here, nearly no cars and very few people about.
Not far along the canal comes the path that leads up into Littlethorpe, which is where we were actually headed. Littlethorpe is a village that has no pub, no school and no shop, but a church and a village hall - and, most important for me, family where I am always welcome!
Back to Ripon in my next post.