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.


Our main trip off was to Sledmere House  which is a Grade I listed Georgian country house, containing ChippendaleSheraton and French furnishings and some superb pictures, set within a park designed by Capability Brown. It is located in the village of Sledmere, between Driffield and Malton, in the East Riding of Yorkshire, England. The present house was begun in 1751, extended in the 1790s, and rebuilt after a fire in 1911. It was once the home of Sir Mark Sykes, noted English traveller and diplomatic advisor, and is now the home of Sir Tatton Sykes, 8th Baronet.

I asked if I could take pictures and was told I could only take general views and not specific objects as people were taking pictures of valuable items, offering them  on E Bay, then when they had a buyer, breaking in and stealing them!.

Top Pic Sledmere House

Middle pic. The magnificent Hallway. Strong overtones of Wedgewood here, dont you think??

Bottom Pic. I was naughty and took this picture of this magnificent clock. Note the Goddess of Plenty riding on the plough carrying a sheaf of wheat and a reaping hook. Plow drawn by oxen and not horses.

The highlight for me was spotting two Peter Lely pictures on the walls. I seem to have a knack for spotting Sir Peter Lely pictures long before I can read their labels. At Audley End House a steward tested me out by walking me round the house getting me to spot Peter Lely’s. I got 9 out of 10 right, and my fail was by one of his pupils.  Peter Lely is definitely one of my favourite painters.


This year Lady Clogiron and I had a coach holiday based in Scarborough, ‘The Queen of the East Coast’.

Top pic. A view of South Bay where we were staying with The Spa in the foreground and the harbour across the bay. At the top of the headland is Scarborough Castle, which  It started life as an Iron Age Fort, was occupied by the Romans, became a Viking settlement and reached its heyday under Henry II. It suffered in The Civil War and was bombarded by German warships in WW1. To its left is the tower of St Mary’s Church where Anne Bronte is buried.

Middle Picture.  Queen Victoria’s statue has stood the onslaught of salt winds and seagulls for over 100 years. I always make a point of paying my respects to the great queen whenever I come across her statue. There is one in Harrogate I doff my cap to regularly.

Bottom Pic. The good ship Hispaniola was pitching and wallowing when I took this picture. Any passengers without sealegs would definitely be saying ” Arrrr, Jim Larrrd” over the side.(this will only mean anything to lovers of ‘Treasure Island’ featuring Robert Newton)