Lover of the light

As part of Operation cheer up Kaz, my Mum and Dad nipped across the pennines for a little family day trip a few weeks back. We decided to take a trip to Knaresborough, a little town in North Yorkshire which I'd been dying to visit properly after being mesmerised by the view from the top of the bridge in my first picture when I was on the way to a meeting at a school in the area. 

The lovely autumnal colours made Knaresborough even more beautiful than it is already, it really was spectacular. I love gazing at the cute cottages in places like this, definitely as far removed from Leeds as you could get really. My only criticism of the place was the lack of tea shops with yummy homemade cake, as lets face it, a trip to a quaint little town isn't complete without a big slab of chocolate cake. Or maybe that's just me. 

One of the most entertaining parts of the trip was our touristy jaunt to Mother Shipton's cave. Apparently hundreds of years ago, a young girl gave birth in a cave near the river after being cast out of the town for not revealing who the father of the baby was. This baby then grew up to be a prophet who became famed for her predictions and people would flock to Knaresborough to have their future's told. There wasn't too much to see in the cave, it was dark and damp and very much like any other cave in the world but my Dad and I were in fits of laughter at the voice of Mother Shipton on the audio tour, who incidentally sounded exactly like a cheap version of Moaning Myrtle from Harry Potter. Next to her cave, there was a well which turned any object left under the dripping water into stone. Apparently the owners of the attraction like to demonstrate this by petrifying hundreds of teddy bears, I'm not exactly sure what the teddies ever did to deserve being turned to stone like that! I'm not sure what I'd petrify if I was given the choice, but I'm fairly sure a stuffed bear wouldn't be the first thing to spring to mind...

Anyway, enough rambling, have a look for yourself :)