Now then, where were we, I seem to remember leaving off somewhere near the North Yorkshire market town of Skipton
A town that owes a lot to sheep ( this is the tiled doorstep of a shop in Sheep Street).
Sheep are everywhere at the moment; this one is part of a community art event, ‘Flock to Skipton’ it’s entitled ‘flowers for ewe’ and there are another 24 dotted around the town (but is you want to run with the flock, you’ll have to be quick, I think they are off to market on the 14th on November (oh look, it says here it has been extended ‘until 19th of December’
Skipton has a thriving market (and there aren’t many of those left around the country these days) You can buy proper, traditional stuff,
Hats, my dad would have stopped at this stall ( or more likely, sent my mum).
And for the ladies, a nightie for every night of the week.
Tom on the other hand headed for here, he liked the bikes, I liked the building.
We mustn’t leave the canal out of the scene setting
(I mustn’t forget to tell you that I saw a Kingfisher, by the river in the centre of Skipton, it was flashed past far too fast for a photo opportunity though.)
Skipton is a town that still manages to retain some character, the only teenagers I found lurking in dark alleyways were my own
Here are some more sheep.
This is my favourite, Baa bones
(although, I thought its horns should also have been painted in white.)
Joe liked this one, because it looked like something he grew in a petri dish at school.
and this was always going to be a hit with overseas visitors
In case you get lost, this is for you.