Friday morning we were up and off to the Quilt Championships at Ingleston. It was a lot smaller than I had imagined and we'd done the rounds by lunchtime. So we had lunch and did them again.
I did take photos of some quilts but as I don't have permission to post them I thought I'd better keep them in my albumn. This though is a fragment of my friend Ros Pollock's quilt. Her quilting is exquisite and there always such a lot going on in her quilts that each time you look you find something else.
We thought as it took such a long time to find the hotel we'd better stay another night. On Saturday we went into Edinburgh and this time I had time to actually go to the Art Gallery. The exhibits this time were from Goya to Picasso. We enjoyed it very much, especially the impressionists but it was too hot for Keith and he went and sat outside.One disappointment with Edinburgh was the roadworks, most of Prince's Street seemed to be under construction so it was difficult to get a decent photo of the castle. You can just see the diggers in the bottom of the photo.
Last time we came there was a service going on in St Giles Cathedral so I couldn't take any photos. But this time I managed to get a couple. There was a sponsored music practise going on inside the church and when we were there a small girl was playing "Happy Birthday". I liked the idea of a sponsored practise, if they'd been one when Sy was learning to play the violin I would willingly have paid for him to practise elsewhere.
St Giles from the Royal Mile.



















We took the back road to the coast passing one of our favourite walking spots - Roseberry Topping on the Northern end of the North York Moors. We were in such a hurry not to loose much more time that we set off without having lunch and so by the time we arrived at the top of Carlton Bank on top of the moor I was starving. We pulled into a parking stop and bought a huge bacon butty and mug of tea from the 'tea caravan' there. You can see the sea and for miles around up here, the thin pole whose top has disappeared off the top of the photo is a signal fire basket. This one was set up to herald in the Millenium.
We arrived in Scarborough to a beautiful sunny afternoon where the whole town seemed to be in holiday mode.


Ripley Castle is just outside of Ripon and has its own tiny village to go with it. The Ingilby family have lived in the castle for over 700 years. We've passed the village of Ripley many times but as its just off the main A61 to Harrogate we've never been there until last Sunday when we went with the U3A to visit their gardens. As you would expect there is a lot of history attached to the castle (more a crenellated manour house really) no dungeons but it does have a priest hole. The walled gardens are beautiful but on the day we went many of the beds were being redug and the plants moved.
Still there was quite a show. You can see the magnificent hot house at the back of the picture.

This is one of the bothies, now used to store plant pots.
Today they grow modern and medieval vegetables (above is not an artichoke but something beginning with a C - forgot its name). They also grow old varieties of apple but are not allowed to sell them or use them, they are grown for their seed and go to various agricultural bodies. 











Sunday went to Covent Gardens then took a walk along the Thames Embankment, well who doesn't when they're in London. There were quite a few Sunday performers but I spotted (no pun intended) these trees wrapped in red and white polka dot fabric. People had written their names in each of the circles and around them. I rather liked the look.
The short break revived both Keith and I and at last I've got down to some sewing, not a lot but at least its a beginnng.
The postman had not forgotten me either and Christine's 'Feather' card was awaing my return.
Everything is beginning to return to normal. Emptying Mum's flat and tying up loose ends has been difficult for us all but iit s something that had to be done. Mum's funeral was on Tuesday and her Wake was held at a local hostellry. My brother was a bit reluctant to go feeling he would be too upset. We persuaded him and in the end all talk and laughter about the good and funny things Mum had done relieved some of the heaviness in all our hearts. It was a time of catching up with the family and we now feel stronger and more able to face the future without her. 



