Another beautiful preparation day spent in another beautiful place. Bolton Abbey is a village built around a monastic ruin of an abbey that rests along side a beautiful meandering river. You can cross the river by bridge or by stepping stones. We tried the latter and did just fine but a little girl in front of us fell in -- water up to her knees -- cold and wet but not fatal!
It was a bank holiday and families were out picnicing and playing in the river.
The rolling green hills were, as always, very English and very beautiful.
If you like old cemetaries, England is the place for you. There is one in every church yard!
The little town of Skipton is a neighbor to Bolton Abbey. It, like so many small towns, has its own castle. Actually this one serves as a cozy little home to a cozy little family!
A walk along the riverside brought us to the wishing tree. If you push a penny (pence) into the bark and make a wish, it will come true. For sure!! I think President Walker is a believer....at least he didn't want to be left out.
Do you think all these people had their wishes come true?
Street Markets are every where and if you don't have a booth, you just put a blanket on the cement!! I am told that you can go to the auctions and buy a pallet of junk, sight unseen. You then take it home, unload it in your living room, sort it out, throw out the broken bits, price the rest, grab your blanket and head for the street! And you are lucky if you break even!
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