A friendly start to the day with a visit from a family of swans
This fella thought he could eat our boat - fat chance!
This was his teenage cygnet, who tried to climb up the side of the boat for bread!
This morning Barry and I went to East Riddlesden Hall, just across the road from our mooring, but oddly it was closed on Thursdays & Fridays! Barry had visited the Chandlery at Apperley Bridge yesterday trying to get something for the engine and it was closed on Wednesdays! Ah well, we wouldn’t have paid the ₤5.25 entrance fee anyway, so just had a mooch around the pond and gardens.
It was a more relaxing day as there was a stretch of 17 miles without locks, yaay! Unfortunately however, an abundance of swing bridges made up for it. It still took us a couple of hours to reach Silsden, so it was a good job Corrie made the decision to get on her bike yesterday evening.
Our journey took us on the outskirts of the Yorkshire Dales, and I walked a lot of it to be able to see and feel its magnificence. We looked across at the hills and vales on one side, with shaded woods on the other that must be gorgeous in the spring when the bluebells are out. You could almost see fairies frolicking, it was so surreal. The little villages have made the most of the canal with lots of pretty housing alongside.
Entering delightful Skipton
We reached our destination of Skipton early evening and had a night on the town! Well we visited a couple of pubs, one with live music that Kim and I sang along to joyfully and Barry and Joe chipped in reluctantly, eventually! Then we were off to ‘The Woolly Sheep' down the road for a couple. Skipton is a market town, and used to be known in Saxon as ‘Scip-tun’, which means ‘sheep-town’! Barry had a bit of a Timothy Taylor's ale tasting session here, discovering the differences between the six from the friendly barman.
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