A quick overnight trip with Angela to Holmfirth, home of the TV programme Last of the Summer Wine. This didn't mean anything to me, but it is an interesting little town outside Huddersfield. The site was fine, pitches a bit small I would say but there were lots of units there. There was a shop, a pond, and I was next to the river, so I can see why it would be popular.
The next day it was raining quite hard. We tried and failed to find the Sheveling vineyard above the town - the country's most northerly. The sat navs were going crazy and the narrow, steep roads were no good for a motorhome so after a conflab in a car park we decided to call it off and head home.
When I got back Charlie seemed to have got on ok with the automatic feeder. It was his first night alone, and he seemed none the worse, which was a relief.
