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Beck Hall B&B

Let's start with a quick blog entry with our accommodation from last night and tonight - Beck Hall in Malham.


The B&B is indeed as beautiful as we imagined it was in pitch darkness of last night. And the river looks just as cold as we feared.


And here is Gordon making a mockery of the "Bridge of Death". To be fair, it did feel more deathly with a combination of frost, darkness, suitcases, and driving-tiredness.


At least two female members of Gordon's close and extended family highly recommended the use of "hot water bottles" while in England and Scotland. The B&B gladly obliged and provided us with two of them (and a nice view).


And finally, we're in England so the hoteliers provide us with packaged actual milk (as opposed to cream). Fantastic. The image shows said milk. It is ultra-hear treated (UHT) milk which means it is designed for a post-Apocalypse or post-Rapture type world. But it is still better than packaged cream. Oh, and we ate enough at breakfast to last until mid-afternoon (at which point we were forced to enter a local pub to break our thirst and daily-fast... times are tough up North). However, Gordon is disappointed that the pub has no live music, not understanding that Yorkshire's evening entertainment is more likely to be a "stick in the eye" (they're tough up North) rather than some mandolin-whielding folk singers.

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