A few more thoughts-

The end to the story of our trip to Yorkshire, involved the long stroll to the pub, a really unexpectedly yummy pub supper, accompanied by a bit too much wine for me! And a lot of chatting with the locals, some of which I understood, although at one point the answer to a question left me laughing really hard I recall because I simply could not make out what was being told to me. We all played some pool, and I made one excellent shot that I remember. Tim lost me a pound on a bet, as he lost to Paul, and Noam is a betting man. Suzie and I skipped happily home down the now much much longer road to the farm, exchanging confidences and enjoying the velvety night air. And I did not 'do some business' at the side of the road Noam! Suzie and I discreetly dissolved into the shrubbery and had a tinkle! We are in England!