Hawes, England, United Kingdom
Horrible wet day, but the horses still keep coming and going.
It’s Eugenie's wedding today, I hope she has a better weather day than us, its the heaviest rain we’ve had since crossing into England.
So what do you have lined up today, asks Kevin. Luckily I could answer him, cheese and chocolates, I replied, he laughed. But we couldn’t find where the chocolate making factory was in Leyburn - it’s there, but like a lot things, we can’t locate them. Also, it was market day, no parking and pouring with rain.
So we went to Hawes for the cheese experience, Hawes, the place we passed thru on the way to Clapham last Sunday, it was full of bikies that day. Today it was full of water!
The cheese making was exactly as we knew it at Taungatara all those years ago. The days when dad used to drop us 5 kids off at school, on his way to the factory with the milk cans. An old army truck with no seats and no doors.
We loved the flip back in time, the exhibits we could relate to, a cream separator, a butter churn (what happened to that one we had?), the old bar cooler, where milk ran down the outside while cold water flowed thru the pipe bars, AND A ROW OF BIRDS SAT ON THE BOTTOM TRAY DRINKING!!!
The three legged stools, because It was easier to find a level on the cobblestones.
We’re sitting here talking about how the milk cans used to overflow if you forgot to check them, I remember Dad had a float which hooked over the side of the can, it had a tube of steel on it which was tipped off as the float rose, it’d ring on the concrete floor in the milk room.
We had a great time remembering.
The Wendesleydale creamery, what a wonderful tale of endurance and determination. I’ll let the pics tell the story, it’s worth it.
Still teeming down, and we walked out with an ice cream!
We see a lot of country garages, engineering, servicing farm equipment, like the old Auroa and Pihama garages.
Came back a different way to Middleham, we leave here in the morning, we both say Middleham has been the highlight of our 8weeks so far. Of course it is the uniqueness of the horses, but the fact that is not a big village, it’s centuries old, it has this massive castle ruin, 4 pubs within 50mtrs of each other, and a heart and soul you can feel.
Jill S
2018-10-12
Great story of the creamery. Cheers
jukes
2018-10-12
Thanks Jill, I thought of Neil when I wrote it, then we went thru all those who we knew who had work in the factories.
Roger
2018-10-13
Wow Judith! How things connect including cobwebs in the mind. Your creamery story and recollections of childhood have unearthed deeply buried memories of my first visit to Taranaki at age 13/14 and my first meeting with my mother's "Uncle Laurie" and all your family. I have some memory of travelling on the truck with "Uncle Laurie" to deliver butter from the factory.
Jasha
2018-10-13
Love the story telling. Determination- braving the weather. On news the weather looked very windy for the wedding - ladies were holding on to their hats.