This morning I was determined to get out of Manchester but wasn't sure where to go - my dalliance meant I did not set off until midday. I caught the First 52 to Broughton, and told myself if I could get cash out of the cash-making machine and get to the bus stop in time I would venture to Skipton. I did manage to do this and was soon wending my way to North Yorkshire.
However setting out so late I did not get to Skipton until about 2.20pm. Our arrival in Skipton bus station was delayed due to an elderly lady making a very slow crossing of the road, and I missed the bus to Embsay by 1 minute. I wasn't going to wait another hour for the bus so I started walking (it only took about 30 minutes - but all up hill!). What's at Embsay I hear you cry .... well its the Embsay and Bolton Abbey railway.
I got to the station entrance at just before 3pm and noticed the next train departed at .... 3pm. I ran to the ticket office and asked if I was too late for the train, but it was ok, and the train departed about 15 minutes later.
We trundled along very sedately towards Bolton Abbey station, I bought an ice cream (£1.70!!) and we trundled back to Embsay. Had I got my act together earlier and gotten to Bolton Abbey station two hours previous (as was originally planned), I would have visited the Abbey ruins as well - but they will have to wait for another day.
I got the bus back to Skipton rather than walk. Pennine buses were running unusually a Saturday service this bank holiday.
The journey back from Embsay took nearly 4 hours - and I was to say the least quite tired when I got in ... but, for all that, it was a wonderful hot sunny day out in the Yorkshire Dales (well the fringes of the Dales).




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