Our coaches headed north towards Skipton and then east along the Scottish
border to avoid flooding in Manchester and Leeds.
We
stopped at Linton, where Robin had lived, to walk across a 5000 year old flat
rock bridge across a stream and view a 900 year old pack animal bridge on a
route that goes from one end of
Britain to the other. Heading south
through the beautiful Yorkshire Dales country on a narrow dry stone road, the
driver of an oncoming car stopped for our coach and put her hands over her face
as we were so close. The Yorkshire Dales National Park covers 700 sq
miles area. Members of our group saw pheasants by the roadside. I finally
saw one. There were flocks of sheep everywhere.

Late that afternoon, we
toured the Bronte Parsonage Museum in Haworth, where the three Bronte sisters
wrote their novels. This was 150th anniversary of the publication of The
Life of Charlotte Brontë. Their father, Patrick, was pastor
of St Michael
and All Angel’s Church next door, where we had our third concert, also
well publicized and attended by 150 people including Robin’s wife.


Our evening meal
was in town, before the concert at the 300-year-old Old White Lion Hotel.