Sunday

Last night was the first night that I slept right through! It felt like a huge accomplishment. I'm beginning to feel human again. Everyone assures me that it is much easier going back to NZ. That has yet to be seen.

I'm beginning to feel a big like the only NZer in the world. They tease me unmercifully, and I have only my slow wit to combat them all. The boys keep going on about NZ 'choking'in the world cup. This means, of course, that they lost when they were the favourites. I told them I didn't understand that expression. When asked what word we used for this, I said we didn't have one, as this is such an unusual occurence. I thought I was quite clever..:) Anyway, it made me wonder if we did have an expression...couldn't think of one.

We went to this beautiful little village called Hebden Bridge on friday.

Hebden Bridge...down the bottom of a deep valley

It was raining very hard and I'm finding I have to keep turning off the flash on my camera when I want to take pictures. It seems to think it is very dark even in the middle of the day.

I've driven over the moors a couple of times now. It seems very wild and bleak and brooding...but it only lasts about 10 minutes and then we are in another settlement.

The word 'bleak' takes on more meaning. Typical farmhouse

Worsethorne is in the foothills of the Pennines which separate Lancashire from Yorkshire. Both Skipton and Hepton Bridge are in Yorkshire.

We went to see a 13th Century church on friday as well. It was quite large and the floor of it was completely covered in old gravestones, laid horizontally.

Ruined church from the 1200's

There is another church on the grounds as well...I think built in the 1600s or something. It's still being used now.

Worsthorne, United Kingdom