Lastly for this blog entry, the Wednesday morning when we took Noeline to Leeds airport was a cool but spectacular late summer Yorkshire day. The sort of stuff we had presumed as legend. Anyway, after farewelling Noeline and after Gail had done some catch up work on the computer back at home, we could not resist the call of the outdoors on a sunny day and headed off to Knaresborough, this time it was my intent to take out a row boat, like what I had seen others doing on the day Noeline and I went to Mother Shiptons cave .... By the way, if you want to buy it, England's oldest tourist attraction as described in last month's blog, it came on the market at 1.6 million pounds last week.
I am tempted to say that the rowing was long, taxing and tiring in a rewarding sort of way but,,, it wasn't. In fact the length of the river navigable by rowboat is only about one short kilometer of almost still water. Never the less, we did take with us a bottle of fine Cornwall wine (Camel Valley) nicely chilled, a couple of glasses of which added more to the enjoyment than a long row could ever have.
We grounded our vessel on the upstream reach, supped our wine, played with the ducks, sat back and enjoyed the view. Following a humorous start Gail expertly rowed us back to the downstream weir where we tied up near a kiosk and finished off our bottle. I only mention these two days out as they were such an "English" thing to do and we thoroughly enjoyed every minute.