"If you hear the words 'Posh' and 'Yorkshire', in the same sentence, there'll be talking about Harrogate!"
I had a few ideas of what to do with Merle today, but in the end, I decided to head out of Leeds, to North Yorkshire, and visit the former spa-town of
Harrogate, and the pretty market town of
Knaresborough. The countryside between Leeds and Harrogate is stunning from the top-deck of a double-decker bus, but unfortunately the 4 front seats had been seized by two large ladies, who were as voluble as they were loud

I took a few pics out of the side window, as the views streaked by, but they were mainly blurred, or distorted with reflections from within the bus. I got some anonymous fields, the main entrance to
Harewood House, and the
River Wharfe, as we negotiated the narrow confines of
Harewood Bridge. Harewood Bridge is the boundary between West Yorkshire and North Yorkshire, which differ in character to a large extent.
The southern suburbs of Harrogate have expanded considerably over the past few years, but there's still a 'green belt' running around the town, even if it is being impinged upon. Unusually, the town centre also has its own green belt in the form of 200 acres of public grassland, called
'The Stray'.
Alighting from my carriage, I crossed the road to visit one of Harrogate's antique centres, picking up a couple of lobster penknives, and an unusual sack-hook. The badge was given to me by the
Royal National Lifeboat Institution, who were collecting nearby, and to whom I gave a donation.
I continued into the centre, walking alongside the well-heeled locals, many of whom pronounce the name of their town 'Harrow gate' (unlike the rest of Yorkshire, where it is 'Harrow gyt').
Half a dozen years back, Yorkshire was host to the
Tour de France, and they're still talking about it
Hard to think you could get get that lost cycling, but then Harrogate has a 'Montpellier Quarter' (of course it does!)
Tourists (I assume) queue to get served tea and muffins, by waitresses in old-fashioned clothes, at Betty's tea rooms

I once had to attend a press breakfast there, and was less than impressed by the fayre
The war memorial opposite.
Harrogate Theatre, beautiful historic building, cramped and uncomfortable seats
I was looking forward to getting breakfast in Harrogate, and while there are many cafes there (where you don't have to queue), there's a place about a mile away, which does great food, and fantastic coffee. I walked through attractive, well-tended streets, lined with beautiful, historic houses, which undoubtedly cost an arm and a leg. Finding the cafe, I was disappointed to be told that they were "only doing a limited food menu" due to staffing issues. This turned out to be something of an understatement, as they were only doing drinks, and some cakes, but I hid my tears, and ordered coffee with some sort of lemon cake. While I missed the cooked breakfast, the coffee and cake were both excellent
I gave the dog, lounging in the sunshine outside, some attention, and walked back into Harrogate, to get the bus to Knaresborough.