Actual Scandinavian ones in authentic dress (if you don't count the specs and pink handbag.)
This bit of the A59 is called 'Blubberhouses'....I crossed over it on my journey to York today, in rather difficult driving conditions. I managed an un-aimed pic for you..
I met my American blogger friend the delightful 'Sid' Simpson in the lounge of her hotel in York where we sat upon cushions with umbel designs on them and exchanged gifts.
You see..I have been doing some sewing. Notice the Celtic brooch she is wearing?
(Its a pity my camera shows the lovely purple sweater as cold blue.)
We went to the Quilt Museum where we met the Vikings.
Wandered round the exhibition of whole cloth quilts and marveled at the building.
Strolled around York enjoying the atmosphere.
No visit to York is complete without tea at 'Bettys.'
Today's special was rhubarb crumble tart.
Delicious. (Are there too many pictures of food on my blog?)
Tea tastes much better from delicate china cups and silver teapots.
There is always a queue down the street but its definitely worth the wait.
Its so genteel in there.
Great for my favourite sport..people watching.
The waitress was a little bit too much like Uriah Heap though.
I drove home in the dark.
The worst bit of the journey was the last mile and a half. The road into our village had two inches of snow over it and I was the first car.
That reminds me..I am so enjoying the Winter Olympics.
Can't wait for the half pipe.
