Rest Day

It is a wise and fine thing to have a rest day. The yellow T shirt never made it down Market Street, the weather not being sunny and warm, but it was a day without rain, so who can complain?

This B and B is definitely at the top of the list of all the B and B's I have stayed in except maybe that off the charts one in Wales where the nobility came to hunt, the beds were so high off the floor you practically had to leap to get into them, the coverlets were satin, and alcohol, as much as you wanted, was free. That experience was like being plunked into a BBC Masterpiece Theater production during the era when the BBC had lots and lots of money to makes series such as The Pallisers.

(Alex A, are the paragraphs too long?!)

This place is more "normal." Details I omitted yesterday were of the towels, so fluffy and absorbent and large! And the four-poster bed has curtains, would you believe. Breakfast was lovely. Little dishes of different fruits set out, which I thought were for all the guests, but soon realized were for me, since the proprietress replenished them when I had finished. (The others had not yet come down.) Many garnishes for the cereals, scones and croissants, three kinds of jams, also set out in little dishes on the table along with little pats of butter. Little seems to be the idea here but should not be confused with scant. Hot milk with the coffee; it makes all the difference.

After exchanging the yellow T for the nano puff (my ever so favorite jacket), off I went to Easby Abbey, of which you can see there is not much left:



Henry the VIII stripped this abbey for funds, and executed the monks by many different terrible means, such as burning, hanging, drawing and quartering and so on to make an example of them lest other clerics, on the "wrong side" be so unwise as to resist the king's demand for their property.

Then came back to town to tour the Royal Georgian Theater, built in 1789 by Samuel Butler. I remember that it was 1789 because the guide repeated that date so often that is has become impressed in my memory like 1066. The tour was kind of like the backstage tour of the Met. Very interesting, indeed. Too bad that the next live production does not start until Wednesday. It would have been something to experience a play in a theatre so old--OK, it's been refurbished, but still.

The rest of the day was spent walking around and eating. In short, I did on the rest day what I do every other day--walk, eat, and rest, but in different proportions! Eating and resting---dare I use the word "relaxing"--got top priority today.

Some pretty sights in Richmond, The River Swale:




Walking along a path through flowers:






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