Ideal for a bookmark. The candle was not lit, so borrowed the flame from another candle there in the cathedral.
And this the same cathedral where Alf Wight (aka James Herriott) was married. Amazing that only a handful of folks attended...just a few friends and family members.
I was taken aback, and impressed with where we really were, when a conversation took place during breakfast at an Air B&B in Yorkshire. Andrew and I managed to find and stay a night in a farmhouse built in the 1700's very close to Thirsk. This was the bucket-list portion of our journey to England where I wanted to see the surgery and travel the same roads made famous by James Herriot's books. Since this was an Air B&B there were several other guests, all from other parts of England. One older couple, who lived elsewhere but whose parents were from Yorkshire, learned of my interest in the books and the reasons we were there. Very nice couple. The gentleman then began to tell of how his parents would run into "Alf" once in a while. I was blown away that these people were speaking of the fabled James Herriot - not as a world-famous author, but as a neighbor calling him by his real name!
The house in which we were staying hit the jackpot in another way upon listening to the lady - who was in her 60's - that owned the place. Her speech was thick with the famous rural Yorkshire accent that James Herriot had written about, and in fact that he tried to protect his children from by sending them to elocution lessons so they wouldn't end up talking like that (didn't work, according to his son Jim).
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