Her Son's Wife is Beautiful

Every time I enter the city of Oxford, I know already what I'm going to eat for breakfast. My friend once spoke to me in glowing terms about the most wonderful Cinnamon Buns on the planet. And she told me that her son and his wife lived ABOVE THE CINNAMON BUNS! Yes, actually they did. The buns smelled so beautifully all day that her son's wife was driven distracted and declared that they had to move to a different house so she wouldn't have to smell them, because whenever she smelled them, she ATE them. 

I understand her son's wife's pain. Her son's wife is beautiful, though, so I feel that if she can smell and eat heavenly buns on a daily basis, so can I. 

I said all this just now because I've walked down to Gail's Bakery every day and gotten some. Not only cinnamon buns. There are bunches of delights within the walls of Gail's, and we sampled quite a few. You see the blueberry muffin, the croissant, and the very best of them all, the cinnamon bun. Along with the bun, I order an Americano with an 'extra shot', with cold milk on the side. It is the perfect way to start a day in Oxford, or in London, or any place that has a Gail's. 

Now that we are out of Oxford, I shall have to resort to some other type of goody to eat in the morning, because there are NO Gail's Bakeries in Grassington. We are now in Grassington because we want to see the places where they filmed the latest All Creatures Great and Small show for people who loved James Herriot and his animals.

I am lucky because in the 1980s I got to meet the real James Herriot in his very own Veterinary surgery. Probably 150 Americans crammed themselves into the surgery, each one clutching one or more of James Herriot's books for him to sign. I'll never forget his kindness in signing his name over and over until his hand cramped, or the time after it when I went back again. Tomorrow we will hike around the area and learn about filming the show. Filming shows always adds excitement to the villages that get put onto television. Such a thrill it gave me to see the pub where Tristan drank about a gazillion pints when he shouldn't have, because it made him feel sick when he had to take the Veterinary license tests which he generally failed. There was no end of a dustup over that one.

I've got to go to sleep NOW. We spent the day dragging hot bags around Oxford, and then sat in a hot train shoulder to shoulder with strangers, finally finding ourselves in a wonderful little hotel smack dab in the middle of Grassington.

Please don't expect me to edit this, dear Readers. (It won't help because I can't even see the words anymore).

the Thames near Oxford

See you along the way!

the SconeLady