Just taking a minute to report in. I have a new credit card, so all is well with the finances. I'm heading right to the train station from here, the library, where I get 1 hour free computer time, to go to York to visit the Minster and poke around there.
On the coach trip with the biddies yesterday, we passed breathtakingly beautiful countryside, through dales and moors. Whitby is a wonderful small fishing town and St. Hilda's is lovely.
I sat on the pier and wept a little, because Grandpère was not with me, and because the place was so beautiful. He would have adored Whitby. He's never known a fishing town or village that he didn't like. I sat on a bench on the pier and watched the waves roll in, which was soothing and healing. I'm getting all weepy and sentimental about places. I wept when I left the Yorkshire Moors with MadPriest and Mrs MadPriest. Image what MP thought of a weepy woman in the back of his car!
Madpriest said he would not write about our day, that he would leave it to me.
I finally talked to GP last night for the first time since I'm here! I feel much better after that call. We kept missing each other.
Thanks for all your prayers and concern about my misadventure with the wallet/purse.