On Tour NC 500 – Day 22

On Tour Travelogue Day 22

Thursday 21 June


An early start this morning to travel across the North Yorkshire Moors National Park to Rotherham in South Yorkshire to visit my sister.

The moors are beautiful, desolate in places, but beautiful and just as you are enjoying it you pass Fylingdales which is a constant reminder of the Cold War of the sixties and from where would come the 4 minute warning of incoming nuclear missiles from the USSR.

What we were supposed to do in four minutes still escapes me though I do remember being told to stand away from windows and if possible go into the cellar and if you didn’t have a cellar – we didn’t – then hide under a table.

I also recall we were advised to tape across the windows to prevent flying shards of glass.
Now I may not be the brightest spark in the bonfire but I watched film of the atom bomb being dropped on Hiroshima and even I knew hiding under a table was not going to be much help in the survival stakes.

And as for taping the windows? 

Please!

I could think of better things to be doing in the last four minutes before my annihilation.
But I digress.

The route took us past the ancient City of York and then south to what used to be the heart of Britain’s heavy industry and one of the areas that drove the industrial revolution of the 18th century powered by coal and producing steel of the highest quality.

The reason I refer to this is that as we came into Rotherham Liz happened to mention that the view of fields and rolling hills with the town in the valley was something to see and she was right of course.

Which naturally brings the conundrum that yes Rotherham and Sheffield – for in my youth the view would have been obscured by the smoke and grime of heavy industry in the air – may have lost the grime of years of steel production on a massive scale and of colliery tip heaps and homes heated by coal but they have also lost the associated supporting industries and jobs and the incomes that for the time were relatively high.

Progress as all progress does comes at a price.

Anyway it was nice to see the people are still as friendly as I remember them being and thank you to the ‘young lass’ ( in this part of the world you can still refer to a female as a lass without being accused of being a misogynist) who stopped wound her window down and warned us there had been a big traffic accident and we should turn around and go another way.

The other thing it has been good to see is that Yorkshire folk still love their cricket and this evening I went with my brother in law and niece to watch her son play in a 20:20 Under 15 match against Penistone.

Please, please no jokes about the name Penistone they’ve heard them all and probably wrote most.

It was great to watch so many under fifteens playing the game – and taking it seriously – and well done to those who made the rules with each team having to use a minimum of six bowlers and a player having to retire once they have reached 40 runs which gives others an opportunity to bat.

Jak plays for the Upper Haigh Cricket Club who also at this age group share the captaincy around which is a good idea.

Anyway it was a good game and Upper Haigh won so a good evening all round.
Well that’s it except I should say it was great to see my sister Jane who being the only girl of six children was both spoiled rotten and also had to suffer from having five brothers which I should say she has stood up to very well.

In the morning we are heading south, so….

Cheers