Thirsk

We called in at Thirsk on the way to Hartlepool yesterday.

It was a pleasant diversion back in time. People kept stopping to let us cross the road, we met a man in a teashop who knew James Herriot (not his real name) and when I asked for an apple from a market stall the owner tried to give it me for free. We also saw the local Bobby supervising a young miscreant picking up litter from the flowerbeds.