For example, my least favourite juice store in all of London closed and instead an ice cream shop serving matcha soft serve opened up in its place! The Brits seemed to care about the Olympics just as much as I did, resulting in me reading the free evening papers three days in a row for the first time ever. The first night, one of the workers staffed outside tube stations to distribute the papers offered me one, I declined as I always do, then I saw that the double Olympic champion in gymnastics, Max Whitlock was on the cover, and changed my mind about not wanting to read the paper!
The train travel woes continued, as the train out of London was delayed due to signal failure, so we knew we were going to miss our train connection in Leeds, which was the last train to Dent of the evening. The on-train worker told us not to worry, that it was her obligation to get us to our destination. (Trenitalia, take note!!!! You are not supposed to leave your passengers stranded!!!!) Then, our train was terminated three stations early, so we had to get off and get back on a different train to get to Leeds. At this point, they also told us how to go online to get a FULL refund for the one hour delay. (This is what a train company ought to do. I’m still talking to you, Trenitalia.) We got on a different train and I tried to plug in my phone, only to discover my charger was broken. (This time it was thankfully not catching fire, shutting off all the electricity in the flat, and ruining my phone broken, but broken enough that my phone would not charge.) Then, the attractive British redhead sitting across from me kindly offered his charger, at which point I stopped caring at all about train delays and began plotting how soon was too soon to propose marriage. (Trenitalia, take note: providing passengers with an attractive British redhead with a phone charger will calm your customers’ rage in the event of a train delay). Unfortunately, a half hour was not enough time to get engaged, but I am confident that if we’d had another few hours on the train, the end result might have been different. (Actually, I am confident he only offered his charger so he could stop hearing my annoying American accent complain about my charger not working! haha)
We drove through little medieval towns like Skipton around sunset and it was absolutely gorgeous! We drove past farms and the rolling green hills of the countryside. When we got closer to Dent, the road became a tiny narrow path, with stonewalls on the side and a cliff to the right (no guardrails!) It was somewhat reminiscent of Hoosier or Independence Pass in Colorado! We actually had to stop the taxi for sheep to cross the road! There were a few gates where the taxi driver had to stop and open them to drive though and then get back out and close them so sheep couldn’t escape. The little lights from the town started to light up the valley in the distance, but other than that it was an isolated, windy, and steep drive. When the elderly gentleman who lived at the inn heard that we arrived from Dent on that road, he exclaimed, “You went that bloody way!? Many people have died going that way. It is quite dangerous in the winter.” But, as a Coloradan, I didn’t think it was supremely terrible and instead enjoyed the magical scenery.
For those of you who have driven through Kansas, this is like the English equivalent of one of those teeny tiny farm towns (comparative in size, but much more charming and British). As soon as we rounded the corner for the inn, I recognized it immediately!
The inn was charming and just wonderful. It has been there for over three centuries and has always functioned as a pub and inn. There are many historical photos and artifacts on the wall and the pub/restaurant part of the inn is frequented by locals. We arrived after they had stopped serving food for the night, but they turned the grills back on to make us veggie burgers when they heard we hadn’t had time for dinner.