|the absolutely ginormous clock at York Station|
The car hire was a little nerve-wracking. I have never driven in the UK before and even though I mentioned it was a direct route from the car hire to Newmillerdam, I didn't account for the fact that we took a wrong turn at the start of our journey which had us going in the wrong direction right into the centre of town.....something I was keen to avoid! Eventually we got ourselves going in the right direction and once we got our bearings, it was just a 20 minute drive to our destination.
The reason that Newmillerdam is so important to me is that my dad was born here and we now visit him here in spirit. I came here with my daughter back in 2011 so she now knows where to find her Granddads spirit and this time it was Red's turn.
|There are heaps of waterbirds here...Various Ducks, Moorhens, Swans and Geese. These are Canadian Geese|
After lunch and a quick check on the car, we set off for our walk around the lake. The lake is set in a wooded park that many years ago belonged to the estate of a local Manor house but it was gifted to the village some time ago. It is a lovely place and was a great favourite with my dad. He was born around here and I seem to remember years ago, when I was a young child, and visiting here with my grandmother, being shown the location of the house where he was born but maybe I dreamt that, I have no idea now.
Red became quiet for a awhile after visiting this spot and I knew he was remembering his Granddad
Red was my navigator and what a great navigator he was. We did have a GPS but it would not stick to the windowscreen so he was watching it and directing me.
I knew exactly where I was when we turned into the street and drove straight up to the house. It is a little odd parking in the street and taking photos of houses. Last time I did this, someone stopped to ask if we were lost and when I explained why I was taking photos they knew exactly who we were and we ended up having a cup of tea with an old neighbour who still lived there after 40 odd years while she and my mum reminisced about old days. Most specifically, the day I was born.
So, onwards to find some more special spots. Namely, the house where my mum was born and raised till she married my dad. This house actually has a very special story. I am keeping that to myself and for my family but I will tell you that it was lived in by three generations of the same family. It is for sale at the moment so we were able to peek through the front window like perspective buyers.
What a lovely day, but we had to get the car back to Wakefield and back onto the train to London. I said expressly that I did not want to find myself on the motorway but the GPS had different ideas and, yep, you got it, I ended up on the motorway. Doing a steady speed I stuck to outside lane till I found the offramp. Was not as bad as I thought and not surprisingly we survived the motorway and got ourselves back to the car rental without any ordeals.