So I'm sitting in this bar....

I've decided that while I don't like warm beer which is all you seem to be able to get in Yorkshire, I like beer therefore compromise had to happen. Even the bars advertising 'Supercold' guinness deliver a tepid brew which for some inconcievable reason is warmer than the temperature outside the pub. I felt like saying 'leave the keg outside you wallies it'll cut down your carbon emissions and make any intrepid non-english explorer feel more at home.' However I didn't really get the impression that Yorkshire folk really wanted to encourage people from 'foreign parts' because they might be a frenchman in disguise.

The long gap between posts has been due to a spate of insanity that has seen us madly sucking breath mints while driving in a car with a nanogenarian yorkshireman whose refused to bath for two weeks aka AJ's grandad. For those of you with the need, XXXX breathmints work the best so don't try any others, we did a considerable amount of experimenting and they simply don't cut the mustard.

SO in between stealth cleaning grandads house when he wasn't looking and having him wear us out by going all over the countryside up hill down dale around stupidly sharp corners with grandad yelling 'FIFTH GEAR ANTHONY! YOU DON'T SAVE PETROL IF YOU'RE IN A LOWER GEAR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING GOING AROUND THE ROUNDABOUT TO GRASSINGTON?!!! I WANTED TO STOP OFF AT THAT SUPERMARKET TO BUY HONEY THAT WAS 2P CHEAPER THAN MORRISONS AND YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT! FIFTH GEAR! WHY ARE YOU DRIVING SO FAST? THATS BAD DRIVING! PUT HER IN FIFTH GEAR! and so on.... Needless to say along the way Anthony was getting pretty close to chucking a bit of a Heathcliffe out on the moors but I quickly solved the dilema by shoving a quadruple strength breath mint in his gob.

All this fun and enjoyment aside, we actually saw some really wonderful sights we wouldn't have ever gotten to see otherwise. We spent a lot of time with AJs grandad and managed to drag him kicking a screaming out to a few restaurants that he soon realised were good value for money and did good food. We also found a fabulous french restaurant in his town Skipton that is situated in an old dungeon which was marvellous. SO I am now a tubby tubby bombalada from the monstrous sized serves you get here and the excess of chip butties I've eaten and feeling so holy as to be transparent from the number of abbeys and cathedrals we've seen. All in all a great trip. Oh and the rest of AJ's family was absolutely great with special credit going to his aunt Anne and her partner Ken for providing us with the somewhat impressive hangovers we are enjoying this afternoon.

All this aside, we're back to Saudi this week and will be finalizing our house in about two weeks. I'm missing the heat, its bloody freeeeeeeeeeeeezing here. I'll post some photos and write more when I get home.