OR…Do A Grouch A Favor Yes, I’m in the middle of a story. If you missed Part 1, you can find it here. Refresh your memory, then come back because, you need to know that in the U.S. February 16th … Continue reading
It’s been a while since my last post. We have a bit of catching up to do. Last Christmas, we decided we’d save our bucks for anniversary, birthdays, and Christmas and give ourselves an international experience in the upcoming year … Continue reading
Hey! Let’s go on a book tour…and add relatives, and people we haven’t seen or kept track of in years and years. Won’t that be fun? First Stop: A Texas High School Reunion. (Go Eagles!!) Now, I’m sure many of you have … Continue reading
For my regular blog readers who’ve read this far about this trip, thank you. I hope you had a good time and a good laugh. I understand that you may not care about an equipment list. But…it may help you … Continue reading
Day 15: Grosmont to Robin Hoods Bay: 15.5 Miles Surprise! Surprise! This is the first day that my back doesn’t hurt. The sun is shining , pigeons are cooing, and…wait a minute…. I just realize that we heard doves at dawning. … Continue reading
Day 14: Blakey to Grosmont: 13.75 Miles I look outside and see rain with low clouds hanging over Carlton Moors and take another Advil. By now, our 14th English breakfast has lost all novelty. I order porridge with bacon crushed … Continue reading
Day 13: Osmotherly to Blakey-21 Miles Of course, the path starts out lovely and elf-like through the woods. Immediately we begin climbing through country estates of moor after moor–each one getting higher, and my eyes getting bigger and bigger at the … Continue reading
Day 12: Danby Wisk to Osmotherly-9 miles Okay. I’ve become a rebel. A malcontent. I LIKE using the public right-of-ways across private land and shouting (with fist raised), “Power to the People!!” I have now learned that wherever we go, there’s … Continue reading
Blame it on the nice bed and hot tub. Blame it on my Little Special Pillow which helps ease my back. But Dallas Cowboy Fan and I look at each other this morning and say. “I don’t really feel like walking today.” … Continue reading
Day 9: Keld to Reeth: 11 Miles We are now in a routine. Each evening we walk into a village, thirsty for a pint of something. We eat, do our chores: filling water bags, replenishing our packs with snacks, looking … Continue reading
I'm Barb. I write about change. Those niggling alterations that creep into our lives until we laugh at ourselves. And if you don't think change is funny, pull out your high school year book and give it a look-see. Check out "About" in the header if you want to know more.
