I recently spent a few days in Settle, a market town in North Yorkshire. I know it very well, so it was a bit weird to be staying there, but nice. It also feels a bit odd to be writing about it here, but I don’t really know why. I don’t know why I don’t write about places I know when I’m OK to write about random places I’ve only seen for a few days.
Yeah, I’ll probably do that at some point.
I’m splitting this break into two posts. Well, three if you count the photo post. One for the town itself and one for a walk we did.
So, the name Settle comes from ‘Settlement’, which is pretty self-explanatory. As I said, it’s in North Yorkshire, in the Yorkshire Dales. It’s on the River Ribble, and attached to another town called Giggleswick. It’s one of those situations where it’s two separate places, but if you took away all the identifying signage no-one would ever guess that. I don’t know where the boundary is. I’d have thought it was the river, because it usually is, and the Settle sign is on the bridge, but then you’ve got Settle swimming pool and Settle college on what should be the Giggleswick side. So either the sign is lying or Settle is encroaching beyond its boundaries.
I’m trying to get four posts done each month this year, but I think I could do with not taking it right up to the final day in future. But, technically, I’m on track.
Anyway, another trip to Cayton Bay. It has become a regular thing. We only went for a few days this time, and in Autumn rather than summer. A lot of things were closed. But the beach and the cliffs and nature in general was still there to enjoy, so we did that. Since I’ve rambled about Cayton Bay and the surrounding area in previousposts, I won’t go on about it again, except for places I hadn’t been before, and where I think I might have some new observation to make. This post will include photos too, because I don’t think I’ve got enough content to make two posts.
So here’s some photos of Cayton Bay itself to begin with:
I spent a week in Tobermory on the Isle of Mull in August, here I shall ramble about that. Yes, it’s rather late, I got quite a lot of planned posts which all piled up, and then in November I was doing NaNoWriMo and didn’t post anything other than already finished poetry.
So there’s my excuses. On with the post.
It was a good week, Mull is a lovely place. There was a lot of rain while we were there, but that wasn’t exactly surprising. I think if I went somewhere known for being hot and calm in the summer and it was pouring it down the whole time I’d be annoyed, but Scotland is not such a place.
We had a very early start on the way, as we were doing it all in one trip. We drove up to Oban and got the ferry across to Craignure, and I think we were in Tobermory by early afternoon.
Back in April I spent a week in Bowness-on-Windermere (there’s another Bowness in England – in the same county, in fact), something I was thrilled about because Bowness really does have a special place in my heart. When I was little my family used to go there all the time, multiple times a year. We’ve been on the odd visit since then, but never a proper holiday. I was happy to go back there.
Bowness-on-Windermere is a town in the Lake District that is sat, unsurprisingly, on the shore of Windermere, the largest lake in England. Although for some reason all the signs boasted it as being the largest lake in the Lake District. It’s long and narrow in shape; apparently the correct term is a ‘ribbon lake’. I always like looking at maps of the Lake District because it is just so much bigger than the other lakes, and… well, for some reason that gives me slight amusement. A lot of things give me slight amusement, I’m not a difficult person to entertain.