June was a real wet one for Britain while we were away but just as it seemed we might’ve brought some half decent weather back with us, July has been completely mad too. Some areas of the country, including parts of my home town Sheffield, have been under some serious levels of water.
We haven’t been directly affected but last week as we briefly passed through London we saw some quite unbelievable flash flooding. That included seeing two cars and a bus caught up in water levels almost touching their doors. Later that day, elsewhere I believe, there were people climbing out of their sunroofs to escape going completely under!
With this being officially the wettest June and July in the UK ever, I’m expecting some serious catch up heat wave action over the coming two months.
Upon our return from backpacking the sun was still making an appearance on the south coast where we are so we took advantage by going on some country walks with John & Angie. That included going to Hambledon Hill, an old Roman settlement and a bloody big hill. These countryside strolls do make you thirsty though, so of course there were customary visits to the country pubs.
We had already decided that before we’d started looking for work again we’d pay the rellies up north a visit (that is my Dad in Sheffield, and my other Grandparents in the village of Brompton-on-Swale in North Yorkshire).
We arrived in Sheffield last Friday night (an hour and a half late I might add!) after traveling all day on the coach from Bournemouth. We had a quiet one on the Friday and on the Saturday went out for a drink and a meal at a pub called…The Norton!
My Dad had decided that on the Sunday he’d save us a train journey and take us up to North Yorkshire and we thought it might be nice to swing by York for some lunch on the way through. I don’t even need to tell you that of course it rained, but York’s a lovely little town and well worth seeing if you get the chance.
We then had five nights with my Grandparents in the village. On Monday we went to the Beamish Museum - an open air museum with entire towns, villages and farms rebuilt to their original state to represent life in 1913. The workers all dress in the original style clothing and go about their tasks as people would’ve in that era. Quite different and very interesting! The photos below of the ‘Angel of the North’ are of Britain’s largest monument – an angel made of steel with a wingspan of 54m and a height of 20m (plus 20m underground).
On Wednesday we went to the Catterick Races. Attending the meets at the nearby racecourse, within walking distance, has become something of a hobby for my Grandparents up north and we had a pretty cool day. Sheryl and I gave a bit back to the bookies but not much more than a tenner and my Grand-dad had worked his charm on the lady on the front gate to get us in for free which was a saving and a half! Oh yeah, and there were no silly hats.
By late Friday night we were in London where we stayed with Phil and Cheryl. On the Saturday we popped to Camden Markets and had lunch with Simone, an Aussie girl we’d met last year on our trip through Europe (Fi - hopefully we can catch up with you next time then. In the meantime don’t work too hard!).
On Saturday evening we went to the famous Hampstead area of London for a pub walk. It’s a walk and not a crawl as during our two and a half hour trip through the old streets we only had two drink stops, but nevertheless it was nice to see another part of the capital.
We got back to Bournemouth this afternoon but as for tomorrow, well, it’s job hunting time!
(The Angel of the North monument...it's bloody big ya know!)
(The Beamish open air musem in County Durham)