I know there are ghost tours in pretty much every big town in England, but the first one we went on was in York, and we loved every minute of it. Firstly, wandering around the streets of York by day is a magical thing. All cobbled streets and pretty shop windows. By night, it transforms into dimly lit coves and takes on an eeriness. CONTINUE READING
One of my favourite places to go walking is Lady Bower reservoir, just on the outskirts of Sheffield. On sunny days it’s beautiful, and in the fall it’s one of the few places around where you can really see the leaves turn colours. There’s quite a few trails all over the area, but our favourite is to go all the way around the reservoir as the trail most of the time stays pretty close to the water. CONTINUE READING
A couple weekends ago it was our friend Michael’s birthday, so his lovely sister organised for us to go paint balling. Now I had never been before, but had been shot by my brothers in our backyard with paintballs (thanks bros) so was prepared for the pain of getting shot, or so I thought.
I really enjoyed visiting The Workhouse, and learning more about England’s history, but I’ve struggled with coming up exactly how to write about it. It’s one of those places that seems like there is a good idea behind it, helping the poor, getting them off the street and giving them shelter and food. Yet the people who lived there hardly lived a life at all.
Saturday we took advantage of the nice weather and met Adam’s sister and niece at East Riddleston Hall in West Yorkshire which is a National Trust property. It took just over an hour to get there and with the sun shining it was a great morning drive. Whilst there the sun played hide and seek with us but was gloriously warm on our faces when it made an appearance. CONTINUE READING