A bit of everything

In the morning after exploring the metropolis of Dalton, we drove to Ripon, where their cathedral is home to some of the finest miseracords and other wood carvings I've seen. England's oldest crypt is an exciting stop on the tour, dating to the Normans. Lewis Carroll's father was a canon in this cathedral, and some of the carvings are though to have been inspiration for Alice, including a rabbit escaping down his hole. Well, that and pot.
Yet another great cathedral.

We lunched and headed to Fountains Abbey. We thought Whitby Abbey was a ruin, hell, that ain't no ruin! Fountains is absolutely enormous, and was also home to a monastic order that was dissolved during the reformation. Since then it has, well, sort of fallen down a bit, and is now under the care of the National Trust. It's a very cool place to visit and explore. Photographers have wasted away there looking for that perfect shot. Well, they probably wasted away because they got lost in there and couldn't find a way out. I wish I could report that I got a really heroic picture there, but I don't think I saw anything original.

It was a slightly frustrating evening as we tried to find the hotel that no one had ever heard of, but we eventually found it and the next morning went somewhere truly indulgent. No, we'd already been to the candy factory.
Mom and Dad are big fans of 'Last of the Summer Wine' the worlds longest running live action sitcom (40+ years). It is filmed in the village of Holmfirth, where for the last 40+ years they have tolerated, (ha! made money off of) tourists just like us. To be fair, it really was quite charming, and there was no way I was going to be within an hour of it and not go. So, we found all the landmarks, the museum (believe it) and even old Compo's grave (Bill Owen in real life). It was altogether a very nice morning.
In the afternoon, we let Dad pick (I'm only making fun!) and headed to Haworth, which was where the Bronte family lived while their father was curate of the church. I shamefully admit I have never read Wuthering heights or Jane Eyre. Some literate woman I am! But their town is beautiful. The England game was going on and people were literally sitting camped out of their houses eagerly awaiting something exciting. It was a little sad to see the whole town get depressed at the same time.