A Sample of the North
- england hiking dancing
I spent a lovely weekend dancing in a mansion in Durhamshire. Accommodation options were limited and it had taken me a couple of afternoons to find a B&B in the next village, just under 2 km away on back roads. To me, this was actually a win-win situation, getting a dancing holiday and a walking holiday in one weekend.
The area was lovely too, and the people as friendly as their reputation. When I tried to explain to the bus driver in Newcastle where we needed to get off he didn’t understand me, but another passenger did and got off the bus one stop early just to make sure we got to our B&B ok.
At the B&B we met the nicest hosts ever, and when I told them that it would be just me and my friend instead of the three people I had booked for, they reduced the price for us considerably. They also offered to give us a lift to the mansion if needed.
But I was happy to walk, and my friend couldn’t find good arguments for a taxi. It wasn’t raining. But we didn’t make it far on the back roads to the mansion when a Mini Cooper stopped next to us and a couple of fellow dancers offered us a lift. This happened a few more times that weekend, and only once did I get to walk back, one starry night at 4 am in the morning.
The area was lovely too, and the people as friendly as their reputation. When I tried to explain to the bus driver in Newcastle where we needed to get off he didn’t understand me, but another passenger did and got off the bus one stop early just to make sure we got to our B&B ok.
At the B&B we met the nicest hosts ever, and when I told them that it would be just me and my friend instead of the three people I had booked for, they reduced the price for us considerably. They also offered to give us a lift to the mansion if needed.
But I was happy to walk, and my friend couldn’t find good arguments for a taxi. It wasn’t raining. But we didn’t make it far on the back roads to the mansion when a Mini Cooper stopped next to us and a couple of fellow dancers offered us a lift. This happened a few more times that weekend, and only once did I get to walk back, one starry night at 4 am in the morning.