Happy Easter Day 7

The Easter Bunny came to see The Dad and me!! We got a bag of chocolate eggs that were colorerd with a chocolate praline "workaholic hen" sitting on top of them. And here I didn't even think of Easter gifts. How sweet of the e bunnies here.

We had an early breakfast and then went to Easter services at Durham cathedral. Because we got there early, we got the option, which we accepted, of sitting in the "choir" where the nobility used to sit. Were we important or what!! The seats weren't all that comfy, thank you very much. The services were very impressive: High church and all. I, of course, was most impressed with the music which was outstanding. The adult choir and boys' choir sang and they were--WOW!-I'd almost forgotten that I love formal church music too. I especially enjoyed a couple of little boys of about 10 who would have much rather been almost anywhere else. The message was great and short. A pleasant thing for some of our company. The Dad didn't even sleep.

Afterward, we went 'way down the hill to walk along the river until time for Durham Castle to open. Of course, we had to walk 'way back UP that hill to get there. It was pretty neat and the gal who did the tour was outstanding. I asked her how long she had been doing it cause she knew everything and used no notes (of course) and she informed me it was her first time alone. I do wish we had been able to have seen more of the living areas. Today, students from Durham university live there. Wouldn't I have loved to have lived in a real, live castle when I was in college.

After lunch at an almshouse (which didn't look much like one) we drove about 20 miles or so to the North Sea and walked along a cold windy beach which was so pretty. I got some rocks-just a few-to put in my garden which probably was the cause of our having our luggage opened and checked when we came home. Did I mention that also was down a very steep hill and back up? Yep. Big Mama was beat!

Finally, the last of our HUGE day was a trip out to the ruin of the Priory at Finchale-pronounced "Finkle." It was too late to go in so we wandered around the outside and the other members of the family went across a scary bridge and tromped around in the wooded area and got some great pictures. The Priory had at one time been occupied by a hermit and it was fun to imagine where he might have stayed but even L.D. didn't know exactly where he had lived.

Back to the B&B for a short rest (OK so I collapsed!) and then out to a Family Style Pub for dinner.. I think I did have the fish and chips then. This old chick was one tired old bird.

Dang! I don't think those pictures published after all this time trying to upload them. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow.