It felt good to wake up in the forest, albeit a little wet. Just four of us in the little camping field last night, the only sound from the frustrated ram housed next to us, who kicked the walls in his shelter. We'd been told there was no need to rush to leave this morning, so we didn't, waiting until midday when the light precipitation gave way to an improving picture. Nearby, was Pickering, a pretty little market town that sits at the foot of the North York Moors.
It is also home to the North York Moors Railway, who on the weekend of the 25th-28th September will be hosting their annual steam gala. Whilst we were at the station a banner for the event was being tied to a railing, and guess what the train pictured was only 'Squadron', a steam train one of Angela's brothers has a part share in.
Normally this train is housed at Swanage steam railway. Talk about coincidence. Pickering is an interesting town, the medieval church of St. Peter and St. Paul houses one of the best complete sets of medieval frescos in England.
We've visited many churches on our travels, and you never know what you'll see inside once you step through the door. As always everyone we spoke to in the town was friendly, and outside a pie shop a man recommended the sweet chilli and pork sausages roll, giant size.
They do love a pie in Yorkshire, and we do now as well. Today though was to be our last, they're hardly healthy eating! For the third time on this trip we are back at Ripon. Whilst we enjoyed our visit to the moors and east coast we prefer the west of Yorkshire more. Sadly, we must leave this area in a day or two to begin our journey south. Yorkshire we've loved being here, and we're sure we'll return.
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