Emuna alerted me to the fact that a traditional Pace Egging play was to be performed at Heptonstall on Good Friday. "Let's go" I said, so we set out over the Pennines, passports at the ready, into Yorkshire. For those who don't know about pace egging, let me explain that it's a form of messing about in silly costumes that goes back into the sands of time.
https://www.timetravel-britain.com/articles/history/pace-egging.shtml
On our way we stopped at Todmorden, another lovely stone town, for coffee and cake. This turned out to be a mistake, though the coffee and cake were nice.
Heptonstall is a lovely village perched on top of a rocky ridge high above Hebden Bridge, famous for it's hippies and creativity. The trouble is, Emuna is pretty much disabled and vehicle access to Heptonstall is limited. We drove round to the uphill side of the village, thinking that parking might be easier up there, but the road was chocka with parked cars and the odd traveller's van. I found a spot where it was possible to turn round and dropped Emuna off to make her own way into the village. She can walk but needs to hang on to the wheelchair and sit down on it when she gets tired. I drove out about half a mile and parked up, before walking back to find Emuna sitting in her chair on a street corner,
Emuna was feeling very tired and wanted to leave, so I walked back to fetch the van. I'd discovered that it was possible to drive through the village, slowly, but not park, so, I said I'd pick her up.
In fact Emuna managed to walk up the hill out of the village. It was now early afternoon and we were hungry. We decided to look out for a pub that served food. We found The Stubbing Wharf, twixt canal and river. The food was excellent. https://stubbingwharf.co.uk/
From there it was a nice drive home back over the hills. Despite not really seeing the pace egging we enjoyed our day out. It's not often we have one.