Does it say "Miami"? I think it does. It is the name of a house in the village of East Hardwick, West Yorkshire. I imagine that long ago the couple who reside at No.43 enjoyed a holiday in Miami. It was so good that they borrowed the Floridian city's name for their abode.
Tony and I met up as arranged at ten thirty this morning in the village of High Ackworth, two miles west of East Hardwick. We parked close to the village church which is named after St Cuthbert. Above the door there is a weathered statue of St Cuthbert whose mortal remains, according to folklore, rested in the church one night long ago following the Danish and Viking invasions that followed the Roman occupation of Britain.
Here is that weathered statue of St Cuthbert, venerated abbot of the monastery on Lindisfarne whose final resting place is inside the magnificent Norman cathedral at Durham. In my opinion he, not St George, should be Britain's patron saint...
Anyway, Tony and I were mainly in that district to undertake a ten mile country walk. South of Est Hardwick we stopped to pick these juicy brambles. They were sweet and - to use one of Mary Moon's words - succulent...
Just ahead, trumpeting bindweed or convolvulus arvensis sang from overgrown verges beneath hawthorn hedgerows to mark the imminent end of summer...
At Low Farm, south of Low Ackworth, this young cow did not low or even moo. Her name is Taylor Swift or did I just make that up? Perhaps.
Also at Low Ackworth, as we were crossing the recreation ground we spotted this intesting ivy-clothed house peeping over the boundary hedge. I don't know what it's called - maybe Scarborough or Lanzarote.
Squeezed between the houses at Ackworth Moor Top, I spotted this tiny Chinese takeaway - "The Lotus Garden". It occupied a very unlikely position...
After the walk, Tony and I enjoyed refreshing drinks in "The Brown Cow" before heading back to our respective homes. Having been rather unwell this past month, it was by far the longest circuit I have undertaken in weeks.
Understandably, I was drained of energy when I walked into our house and after our evening meal of moussaka and salad, I slept on the sofa for almost an hour. I might call our house Miami too. That will impress the postman.
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/XWn1y24
