Holiday

Well, my holiday was fairly good fun. Hebdon Bridge is a really pretty site. We parked the caravan by a stream, so we could hear it all the time, which was nice. Friday, before James came, we went to a clog factory, which was basically a clog shop and that was about it, and then we went to Hebdon Bridge, but Mum got tired so we came back to the caravan. James came by train on Friday after school, and then Saturday we went to Halifax. Had dinner at a Chinese buffet and saw a parade go past, but Mum got tired then as well, so we went back to the van. I read two hugely fat books, one six-hundred page one and one seven-hundred-and-fifty page one, the Dirk Pitt ones I mentioned in the last post, or maybe the post before last, I forget. Anyway, we came home Sunday, went to church in the evening and we were in our new location across the road from before and Dad couldn't get the projecter working properly to do the song words. Oh well. He managed it this morning anyway.