As the post title suggests, we had a sneaky little rest day today. We seemed to fit in quite a bit our first few days in Yorkshire and tiredness crept up on us, that and the few glasses of champagne we had in bed whilst watching Breaking Bad – we’ve nearly finished the final series!
We heard from the owner of the cottage that Wednesday is market day in Skipton, providing it doesn’t snow, so we decided to take it easy and keep it local.
Unfortunately, it did snow – although it didn’t really lay. The market in town along the High Street was sparse, but the cheese stall was still alive and kicking (and we’d ran out of cheese and crackers!)
We bought some authentic Wensleydale cheese (scrumptious), extra mature cheddar cheese and biscuits, all for around £10 and munched on them we got home a few hours later.
Before we did, we wanted to check out Skipton Castle which is just at the top of the High Street and we’re really glad we did!
I think we were both thinking it would be an alright castle, being from England you see plenty of them, especially growing up and going on trips for your history GCSE – but this one is in especially good condition and is over 900 years old!
The castle also claims to be one of the best preserved medieval castle in all of England – quite a claim – which also survived a three-year siege during the civil war.
It contains a banquet hall, watch towers and a dungeon and has all furniture and decor stripped from it. I enjoy castles adding decor and furniture to show how it used to be lived in, however David brought up a good point that having it bare can leave more to the imagination.
What’s particularly helpful is the Tour Sheet given to every visitor free with the entrance fee (oh which was £7.30 for adults by the way, child tickets are cheaper, or free if they’re under 5 and there are concession tickets available for over 60s and students.) The sheet explains how old certain parts of the castle are, what they were used for and who’s visited it – including Mary Queen of Scots.
If staying in Skipton I’d definitely recommend a visit here, it was fairly quiet with me and David having almost the whole castle to ourselves!
We had already hatched a plan before we left that our next stop was going to be a Pork Pie shop we had walked past a number of times.
THIS is what is great about the north – cheap hearty food. David and I bought two roast pork butties (sandwiches/rolls, to anyone unfamiliar with the slang), a large pork pie and a small pork and haggis pie – all for under £10.
If I lived in Skipton I’d be a festively plump, but very happy, lady.
The camera had also arose from the dead – with it seemingly to be working as normal, I kept in the bag and it managed to take the above pics with no problem. Huzzah! I think it’s alive!
For dinner we went to Mustab’s, the town’s Indian restaurant. The place itself is a bit shabby but the food, which regrettably I didn’t get pictures of, was so, so tasty and if you’re craving for tastes from the East, whilst in the cold, cold North, this place gets a thumbs up from me. Despite the fact I’ll probably be going home 1 stone heavier from all the yummy food from this holiday, it can all be forgiven for pleasing my taste-buds!
We arrived yesterday evening at ‘The Gateway to the Dales‘ – Skipton, North Yorkshire. Pulling into our cottage just after dark, we relaxed after the long drive before sitting in a local restaurant to wolf down one of the North’s most famous dinners (what else other than fish & chips? And dammit, these northerners were right, they do taste better up here!)
We then waddled back to our cottage, slower on the way back because of the new sheen of ice now glistening on the pavements – we slipped a couple times but suffered no falls, thankfully!
Despite all of this, I felt today was really our first (and full!) day in Yorkshire, so that’s why I’ve decided to start my diary from here. But have no fear, yesterday’s heavenly fish & chip dinner may have been my first (in the north), but certainly won’t be my last! So a review has not been missed. The same goes for the cottage, and its jacuzzi bath, we also tried last night – it’s just so good it deserves it’s own post!
Anyway, on with our first day!
In the morning I decided we would venture to Bolton Abbey, located only 10 minutes drive out of Skipton. The roads were clear and perfectly drivable, regardless of the flurries of new snow laying last night and this morning!
We parked up in the Sandholme Riverside car park and began the Strid Wood walk. It cost £7 for a ticket, which included both of our admissions and parking in all three car parks around the area – bit of a bargain if you ask me.
There’s roughly a five mile walk upto Barden Bridge, taking you across the River Wharfe and back round to the starting point. There are different routes to take along the path, some hilly, going up and into the trees, and others flat but bending around the river (wheelchair accessible and dog friendly!) We did a mix of both.
There’s many very pretty and natural streams, like above, all along the path and although this had an icy beauty in the snow, I can imagine this looking spectacular in the summer too!
The River Wharfe is forced through a narrow gorge, creating rapids, at one point of the walk. You can get a closer look at this by leaving the path and walking over the nearby rocks which though being mostly flat, accidents can happen – I managed to trip and drop my boyfriend David’s camera out of my pocket, breaking it, thus making me the worst girlfriend ever 😦 anyone know about digital camera repairs?
Further on, you come to an aqueduct, splendidly disguised as castellation bridge that actually takes water from Nidderdale to West Yorkshire. Past this is Barden Tower (originally a hunting lodge) and Barden Bridge, where we crossed and walked the route back.
Confused as to where the Priory Ruins were actually situated, the most visually famous site from the Bolton Abbey area, we drove back to its nearest car park before realising we could have included this into our walk and got there by foot!
But bugger it, we walked quite enough and stopped off at the Bolton Abbey’s tea rooms right next to the ruins for a pot of tea and a scone (very English!) There are also light bites to eat here for those who have walked the whole way.
Bolton Abbey, stunning even as ruins, goes back as far as 12th Century (crazy long ago) and had a good run before being dismantled (most likely burnt to a crisp when Henvy VIII went through his ‘burn the monasteries!’ phase.) Definitely worth the stop and walking within.
On the advice of the owners of our cottage, we then drove to Appletreewick, a village past Barden Bridge we could have again walked to (however this could have added another hour) and stopped off at The Craven Arms pub. We were so glad we did!
Built in the 16th Century sometime, it’s one of those great English pubs which probably hasn’t changed much in terms of its looks over the years. Small, winding little walkways with cosy little corners and wooden beamed ceilings (sorry, I don’t know the correct term for this), the place is heated with big, and I mean biiig, log fires and charming staff.
We probably wouldn’t have found a pub this traditional around the local area, there’s a free car park and lovely scenery surrounding it too.
A good range of great pub grub is also served here – some of the choices on the menu which made me salivate was the locally sourced game pie, roasted pheasant (or pigeon?), pork belly and err, burger.
However in the end, I thought you couldn’t go wrong with a traditional Steak and Ale pie, which it most certainly didn’t! It was bloody lovely and I am now a mushy peas convert!
Any ale drinkers wondering what that ale might be David is drinking – it is a Hetton Pale Ale, one of the best ales he has ever tried (in his opinion.)
We overheard one of the staff giving somewhat of a tour to a local family – she was planning to have her wedding here! – enquiries can be made via the website and it sounds like they welcome bands too.
On the way out it was almost getting dark so we headed back to the cottage to bask in the warmth of our own log fire and tiredness of our first day! Bring on tomorrow.