11.08.2016 - 13.08.2016
We got ourselves to the tram stop by 8am on Thursday morning, only to discover that this was possibly the only tram stop that did not have a ticket machine. The tram pulled up, only for us to discover that tickets could not be purchased on board and the driver had no idea where the nearest point of purchase was. Hmm.
We took an educated guess and went to the shop on the corner, armed ourselves with tickets and were on the 8.04 tram, which connected to the 8.19 bus which connected perfectly with our 9am check in time at the airport. Public transport triumphs again!
The flight back to Leeds was uneventful except for an exciting, turbulence-filled landing (prompting a round of applause from most passengers) and we were back in Otley in time for lunch with Annie and Rosie. We spent the afternoon feeding the ducks (and other assorted birds), playing in the park and scoping out Team Thornshire's future house. Once Andy came home, we got down to the serious business of Olympic watching. Tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
On Friday, everyone went to work except for me, so I made myself useful by doing some shopping and making lasagna. We met Annie in town once she had finished for the day, and trundled off to pick up Rosie from nursery. She seemed genuinely surprised to see that we were still around, given our tendency to disappear when she slept on previous visits. We walked home, with Rosie calling out "hiya!" to pretty much everyone we passed, with a disappointing lack of response from teenage boys but a better success rate from middle-aged ladies. We stopped at the pub on the way (because Friday) and Rosie charmed everyone there before discovering the amazement of the Mosaic Chair.
We spent the evening doing a combination of poker playing, Olympic watching and Becherovka tasting, which I highly recommend as a Friday night strategy.
The next morning we set off to the picturesque and heavily Union-Jack-ed town of Pateley Bridge for brunch, and then acted as quality control on the nearby playground equipment. From there we went to Coldstones Cut, a large quarry and public art installation which was incredibly windy but also offered incredibly good views. We had a brief visit to Bolton Abbey (long enough for an icecream - we've got our priorities sorted) and then we farewelled Annie, Andy and Rosie and jumped aboard the train at Menston.
We arrived at our Manchester Airbnb and immediately congratulated ourselves on our choice - not only was it fifteen minutes from the airport, the host (Kimberley) was a gold medallist in the Being Nice To People event. We enjoyed a cuppa on the balcony in the sun, and then she dropped us in Sale (got a ride in an Audi!) where we wandered along the canal, enjoyed the pop up summer festival bands playing at the pub, and then had cheap and delicious Greek food. What a lovely way to spend our last night of pre-Iceland warmth!