Doncaster, land of my Father

Had a day with the relatives in Doncaster. My Dad's cousin, Vaughn and her daughter Dawn. We just lumped ourselves on Vaughn's doorstep this morning as we didn't have her phone number. We got into Doncaster last night after travelling from Chester via Great Harwood. It took over 9 hours to get here as there was a traffic jam on the M 62. There was an accident and on top of all that the roads all around Lleds and other parts of Yorkshire are all closed due to the Tour de France bike race.

We went out for a spot of lunch at the Scwabey Mill, lovely.

 

The church opposite our hotel, shot through the window so a little shaky. Actually a lot of my pics are a bit on the blurred side as I shake so much.

Due to the Bike Race I shall not get to see Yorkshire, the mores and the surrounding beautiful countryside. I am most upset about that as it was where my Dad came from. I did get to see his house and street he lived in and the school he went to before immigrating to Australia in 1951.

Dad's School. Well off to Tredford in the morning. Heading back down South again. We unfortunately will not be able to go through Nottingham where my Nanna comes from or see the beautiful Cambridge as the roads are all blocked for the bike race. I have chosen Tredford as it is the half point to Margete in Kent and it is away/ east of Cambridge and it's quite historic in history. Bugger it is Sunday as everything is closed but we will be coming via Lincoln on our journey with a stop off for lunch, coffee. This will place us in Tredford fairly late anyway on Sunday. Not much time foe sightseeing anyway. Well time to sleep , night me little lovelies.

 

 

 

 

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