A Blogger in Black

S aturday 9 th April Plans to meet up with some friends over the weekend had sadly come to naught, that certain virus that you may just have heard of being the reason in one case. These things happen but I was delighted to be invited over to Chester by Sandra – my companion for the first half of the trip – for dinner. The promise of a train journey through nice countryside and good food and company was too good to resist. The weather was looking good too – cold but bright – that would do. Mytholmroyd train station was about a 15 minute walk from the site, the first bit at least being downhill – this was duly noted for my return later - and there was a direct train through to Chester taking about 90 minutes. Out of interest I checked the ticket machine and observed wryly that booking online in advance had saved me a whole 30p. How generous. The journey was particularly picturesque through the early part as we passed Hebden Bridge and Todmorden, the landscape beginning to flatten out as...

I should probably clarify for the pedants that the title is not strictly accurate as I shall be back home for the Easter weekend itself. Our school has, as usual, broken up earlier than most state schools; giving the parents, no doubt impoverished from forking out all those school fees, a chance to get away before the prices go up for everyone else! Cynical? Moi? In truth I couldn't decide on a title, much as I couldn't decide which sites to visit. Indecisive? Well I’m not sure about that but regular readers will know that Trev and I have always loved our caravan trips to the North East and I was keen to return but didn't want to just go over old ground again. In the end I settled on a mix, one old (very favourite) site up in Berwick along with a couple of new ones. Stamford Club Site was my chosen stopping off point on the way up - some may remember I had a nice stay here last summer. It was a short distance from the A1, easy to get to and, having no facilities...