Woke up to an Indian summer here in Ingleton, on the Yorkshire/Lancashire border and close to the Lake District. Today we’re off to North Wales to scatter Mum’s ashes on Cader Idris, setting of many family holidays.
Mum’s ashes are on the back seat of the car, so it feels as though she’s with us all on this last trip.
I picked Dad up on Friday and got Chloe settled at her Dogs Hotel in Tansley, after a panic trip to the vets to get her vaccination record. Mum used to deal with that sort of thing.
We managed to catch up with a lot of Dad’s family over the weekend and fit in plenty of healthy Yorkshire fare and fresh air. Ingleton was packed with staycationers. I’ve never seen it so busy.
Debbie and Andrew are blooming after a few months’ forced rest when their B&B Riverside Lodge was closed during lockdown.
Dad’s been royally treated and got to see sister Sheila and her husband Alan, who stayed over for two nights as well. His brother Gordon is on a local lockdown as he lives in Pendle, an area badly hit by the virus.
As I’d got Lottie with me, I stayed with cousin Jem and Hayley. Their holiday cottage business has been booming since lockdown was lifted. Everyone is heading for Yorkshire.
As usual, we both got thoroughly spoilt. It was great to see Beth and we also caught up with Zach, cousin Ian, Corina and Corina’s Mum Elizabeth.
2022 and all that 