We spent the night tossing and turning like croquettes in a pan in the wind. And on top of that, we're sore! But even so, today we had magic stones, streets with shops for mountain-loving humans, and a viewpoint with a final surprise.
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Up the mountain, down the mountain… almost 18 km of adventure, wind in your face and legs pushed to their limit. But with a sandwich, a nap, and a stunning view, who's complaining?
Between treacherous thorns, winds that tousle your hair, and English rain, we crossed half the island in search of a dry corner. Did we find it? Yes! But the thorns are still in my canine memory…
Robin Hood didn't show up, but a hill did, and it nearly made me breathe out of my ears. Then we saw a very important ruined church, although we had to spy on it from over the wall. Great plan.
We explore Scarborough, nestled between bays, pedal dragons and tranquil tombstones. Then we walk along the cliffs to Boggle Hole, seeking views, history and a traffic-free place to sleep.
I crossed York from end to end looking for ham… and it turns out that York ham isn't from York. That said, I found a tower, a bridge, a wall, and a human with chicken. Not bad for a Thursday.
We slept poorly amidst doubts, crows, and upside-down heads. We drove through bumpy green tunnels to a wheat field at sunset. Playing with the ball, two guys arrived... and we ended up invited to a horse fair!
After five days of family pampering (and dodging my ninja-cousin-cat), it was time to get back on the road. What I didn't know was that the boat would be more boring than a Sunday without football.
Anti-parasite pill, a walk to the mall, and a farewell dinner... while I stay home with the pusi, keeping an eye on the logistics.
Today there was a human gathering at home, with visitors, pastries and... more pampering for the cat than for me! Luckily, we went out to sniff around the field and regain dignity.
Today it was raining even in my thoughts. I took refuge in the cat's bed (yes, I confess). In the afternoon the humans went out on their bikes to a theater with 4000 people, while I stayed guarding the house… and the pusi.
Dad is going swimming with Tito Antonio and I'm staying on the sofa... but he comes back with new balls! Walk with lake, Dutch windmill and selfie included. We sleep in the camper, as it should be.