On our journey home the coach left the hotel at 9-30 am and as it was not allowed into the interchange at Normanton until 4pm the drivers problem was how to stretch the 2 hour journey to fill the time. Instead of heading West he headed South and we had a 2 hour visit to Bridlington which I have not visited for at least 60 years. We had a coffee and a look round the harbour which was very busy. Then back on the coach we wandered about East Yorkshire until lunchtime when we arrived at the Designer Outlet just South of York where we spent a couple of hours. It is full of posh shops and it was noticeable that every one had a bike in the window,  Le Tour de France was due to start from York the following week.

The worst bit is the Interchange. Going, the feeder coaches arrive, the passengers go into the waiting area while the luggage is sorted and put onto what are now the tour coaches. It was crowded,  I managed to find a seat for Lady C, but I stood for an hour and quarter. The luggage sort is not foolproof either. A couple in our hotel holidayed in Scarborough while their luggage enjoyed a few days in the Isle of Wight.

Pics :- Bridlington. Fishing boats hauled of of the water for scrubbing. Top boat GY481 is a Grimsby boat. Surprised they have to come to Brid for slipping. If, like me, you wondered how they get them out well a walk round revealed the answer in the bottom pic, a mobile boat hoist.


When we were in the cafe at Sledmere House I was struck by the pictures on the walls.”I’m sure they are Hockneys” I said to Lady C “especially as that one says Warter on the signpost”

Lady C and I went to York especially to see Hockney’s enormous ’ Big trees at Warter’ in the Art Gallery there.

I asked a very helpful and knowledgeable lady steward in the house about them and they were indeed original Hockneys. He is a friend of the family and his latest book was launched at the house. An unexpected treat.