We got back from Kildale this afternoon tired, hungover and sunburnt. Yesterday lunchtime we scrambled up the steep hillsides above the village to the Captain Cook Monument, then walked three miles over the fields to the nearest pub to watch the Czechs get stuffed by Ghana. Back at the barn, we stuffed ourselves with sausages, burgers, beer, wine and slivovice before flopping onto the plastic coated mattresses from around one in the morning onwards. We made our way back home via the coast at Saltburn, where we strolled up and down the pier in the spitting rain and took a water powered cliff railway up to the nearest fish and chip shop. Bliss.
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