A Few Days In Stamford Bridge.

Mum, Oliver (her dog), Tony and I all spent a few days in Stamford Bridge. We were going to watch my brother Russell run in The Yorkshire Marathon. This was his second marathon in six months! He ran the London Marathon last April at the age of 59 years which meant by the time he ran the Yorkshire one he was 60 years old. I think he is a little bit barmy myself, even more so when he is already talking about doing the London Marathon again in April and maybe the Yorkshire again next October!
When Russell ran in the London Marathon it was the hottest on record, when he ran the Yorkshire Marathon it rained continually throughout his entire run. He beat the time it took him to run in London by 38 minutes, finishing in 5:48:16 a time to be proud of I think.

Russell smiling while running the Yorkshire Marathon 2018.

Before we went home we had a ride through Sand Hutton where my great grannie lived. My Mum had a trip down memory lane telling us about her childhood. It sounded like she had some really happy times there. I remember going and staying at Sand Hutton when I was a small child, I remember my Great Grannie having to leave and move into a home at Thirsk called "Cherry Garth" I remember climbing up on the wooden horse used for chopping wood and knocking myself out, most of all I remember being happy there.

Sand Hutton.

The House Mum's Nana & Granddad lived in.

The House Mum's Nana lived in after her Grandad died.

The second house is the one I remember going to.

The apartment that we stayed in at Stamford Bridge was quite nice, it was situated in the middle of the square standing out in the middle of the river.

We stayed in the building in the water.

All night long you could hear moving water, which I have to admit made me need to get up a couple of times if you know what I mean. Oliver liked the apartment, he had a viewpoint from the back of the sofa, the window sills or even better if he could get somebody to pick him up to look. Oliver was very well behaved, he had brought some of his toys so it was home from home, he could play ball here just the same as at home. 

Oliver Keeping Guard

It was good to spend some time with Mum, to hear her talk about her past. She seemed to enjoy herself too. I hope we can do it again some time, we never seemed to have spent much time together.

I know you won't like it Mum but here is a photo of...

 Mum, me and Oliver.

 Tony has to get a mention of course because without him we wouldn't have been there. He drove the car to get us there, he watched Oliver while Mum and I went to watch Russell run, he mended the window that was left swinging free in the apartment when we arrived, he carried most of the bags in and out and he had to talk to the not so nice woman that told him he had parked in the wrong place.
Tony took most of the photos including this one that amused us all.

Wherever you go there is a woodpigeon

Until next time...