It’s my dad’s birthday this coming weekend and he’s always wanted to go to the 40s weekend at Pickering. So this year, we decided to take him. Mom was supposed to be coming too, but as she wasn’t really up to the trip, my sister stayed with her and my dad came to stay with us for a few days.
We picked Dad up Friday night, and headed off to Pickering first thing Saturday morning. There we had a wander round before jumping on a steam train to Goathland. We stopped for something to eat and then caught the steam train back.
Rufus didn’t like being cooped up on a train much, especially as he could see all of those fields through the window. But he was okay. We got back home exhausted but happy Saturday evening, having enjoyed a lovely day out.
Here are a few pictures, all taken by Ian Wordsworth.
Dad loved the house and when we took him to see the one we hope to get, he fell in love with that one too.
Sadly, we had to take Dad home a day early as the poet hasn’t been very well. He (the poet) had quite a bad asthma attack that lasted for several days, so we got him to the doctor yesterday, and he’s had it confirmed – his asthma has worsened and it’s not going to get any better. At least he has more medication for it, though, so we should be able to control it more.
This morning as I was driving back from dropping him off at the railway station for another return visit to Scotland, I was chased by a client over a job he sent in June … Only I never received the job in June. Now this is going to be a bit of a rush job, but at least it’s a new job. That means I have enough to keep me going now for a few weeks, with 3 brand new edits and 4 lots of revisions on previous edits to crack on with.
I also have writing to do, with short material needing to go off to earn its keep and NaNoWriMo just around the corner. I’d best, er, crack on, then.
Enjoy the pictures. 🙂