Day 256: York to Huddersfield
It was a drizzly day again today, British summer at its miserable best. Not the introduction to the UK we hoped that Tiger would get, but never mind. It’s character building at least.
We found a flag shop at last in York, so we sporting Union Flags now, very patriotically
Our exit from York was past the racecourse during the annual York races. We didnt see any horses though, just racegoers in Inappropriately smart clothing stood in a field.
Lunch was in a nice caféin Leeds, where a hot chocolate seemed the most appropriat drink as the drizzle continued outside
Tiger’s first view of his new home, HudDersfield, and it’s a wet, grey day