What happened to the Allens?

Well all my best intentions never came to anything and three weeks in to the trip, there have been no blogs. Blame a house sale that started to turn to custard, traveling, eating, drinking, meeting people, wandering around, sending outraged emails etc.

There were a few almost-blogs, including:

- My Big Fat Yorkshire Wedding
- Who's been sleeping in my house?
- To Professor Robert Alien: WHERE ARE YOU?
- Mad Dogs.......
- Who is for the Tuna Belly Bits?
...but alas they never got anywhere.

We have:
Sold the house in Yorkshire
Been to London, York, Hornsea, Alora, Seville and Cordoba
Met up with the people we hoped to
Had some fun

And we're just about to go back to London.

Meanwhile, if I can stop traveling, eating, drinking, meeting people, wandering about and having fun, I will do a blog.

Better Late than Never

So do you want to hear about rain and wind, conspiracy theories, the rugby world cup, the inadequacies of the British house selling system, or Big Fat Yorkshire Weddings? No contest.

We arrived at our country house hotel, Tickton Grange near Beverley in Yorkshire, as part of our tiki tour of old haunts near our house. We've stayed there before and it's a small, quiet, peaceful place (with fabulous food - see Ann's posting on Trip Advisor) except on Saturdays when they have weddings (and are booked up two years in advance). Now I have no probelms with marriage, I did it myself once. But the hotel was fully booked with guests staying over, which means you can start celebrating the joyous day at about 2 pm and finish around 4am. It also means that everyone can get dressed inappropriately twice. it means you can wander aroun in silly, illl fitting suits, or dresses that make you wonder for several hours