THREE DAYS IN YORKSHIRE
Here we go again! They say mad dogs and English men go out in the midday sun. My petrol head husband, decided to go to Yorkshire on the hottest day of the year.
We were supposed to leave at silly o’clock, but my lesser half chose the PM option on his trusted old alarm clock. So, we set off in our 1950 Jaguar XK120, exposed to all the elements. I could observe people sitting in their air-conditioned cars, while we were wrapped up against the heat (Lawrence of Arabia springs to mind) I was melting like the witch in the Wizard of Oz. Instead of
