Sue (Mrs C) and I have just come back from a week in my hometown, Pickering in North Yorkshire. It was a welcome break, and quite novel for us to be able to stroll into town and pop into the shops or a cafe.

Of course, I took a few snaps to try and capture the place for you.

The hotel where I used to wash pots and chop veg as a teenager. Both sets of skills turned out to be useful in life.

Tea and cake (organic Darjeeling and Yorkshire brack) in a delightful garden at a tea shop. Brack is usually served with butter, but like Dan Corrigan, I don’t partake. When I turned down the butter, the waitress offered  her sympathy, as if I was stricken with some terrible allergy. She didn’t quite say, “You poor thing”, but she looked as though she wanted to. I didn’t have the heart for an explanation, so I assured her that the cake would be delicious without butter, and I’m pleased to say that it was.

A little-used alley (or ‘ginnel’ as we say in Yorkshire), leads to a disused cinema that was turned into an auction sale room several decades ago – before my time at any rate. The door was open while a chap was moving stock around, so I asked if I could take a peek inside and take a photo- see below.

You can see a few rows of old cinema seats at the back. It was here, many years ago (I think I was around 16) that I spotted my first typewriter, an Olivetti Lettera 32 that I still have. I attended the auction and saw off a couple of other bidders to secure the typewriter. My heart was racing as the auctioneer did his bit, and I was thrilled when he brought his hammer down.

The North York Moors Railway was set up during my childhood, just a short walk through the fields from my house. The trains are mainly steam powered, but you can see an old diesel shunter here.

Sue (Mrs C) walking through a field not far from my childhood home. These fields are called the Rookers (pronounced ‘roo cuss’), and I spent many happy hours roaming around here when I was a child. The hills were great for sledging in winter and rolling hard-boiled eggs at Easter.

A little street that winds its way up to the castle. The pavement cafes were doing good business.

A little green by the Liberal club. The memorial isn’t a war memorial – the town has a Memorial Hall instead.

A typical Yorkshire limestone building, this one has a house on one side and a pet supplies shop on the other.

The bay window over a shop was a little office where my dad worked for several years before he retired. I remember dropping in from time to time to say hello.

That’s it for this post.

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