A Yellow Handbag Day

Yesterday afternoon, after a morning spent hoeing and weeding and cutting the grass, and a quick bite of lunch, I went Out.

I decided a few days ago that I wasn’t going to let this day off just evaporate without doing something. I’d originally wanted to drive over to Bolton Abbey – but you have to book ahead and tickets are £10, and the weather forecast wasn’t brilliant.

So instead I decided to go to Ilkley. Ilkley is a lovely little town, not far from the famous Ilkley Moor (bar t’at). And if you go to Ilkley you pretty much have to go to Betty’s Tearoom.

And if you’re going to go to Betty’s, you have to do it properly. I put on a frock.

Make-up. Lipstick. Earrings. And my yellow handbag. I felt summery and put-together – a pleasant change.

I used to say that Betty’s in Ilkley was exactly the same as Betty’s in York or Betty’s in Harrogate, but without the queues. That’s no longer the case – due to social distancing, they’ve had to reduce the number of covers, which means a longer wait for a table.

I saw the queue as I drove up the street towards the car park. But I was determined.

I parked the car and joined the queue – there was a 40 minute wait. The queue-minders came round offering umberellas to protect us from the sun, iced water was available. They took our names and contact details.

Once inside, it was lovely – cool and calm. I’d planned on just having a cup of tea, in view of my attempt to lose a bit of weight. But seriously, after queueing for what turned out to be over an hour?? I had a glass of elderflower bubbly with lots of ice, and a Gooey Rascal. With cream. And no, I’m not going to feel guilty about it. It was lovely, and I enjoyed it.

I was last at Betty’s on 10th March. I’d been to the optician’s for an eye test but the appointment hadn’t taken as long as I expected and I still had lots of time left on the car park ticket. So I popped in for a cup of tea. 10th March was during that strange period when we knew that Covid-19 was a thing, but before we went into full Lockdown. It seemed fitting that it should be the first place I went back to.

And it turns out that it’s part of the Eat Out to Help Out scheme – I thought the scheme only applied to full meals, not to drinks-and-cake. A very pleasant bonus!!

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Joan Mudd says:

    Well done you! Days off can just evaporate into nothingness and fiddling about. Much better to have actually done something. There is only so much gardening a girl can do.

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    1. Absolutely – I was beaten by the heat. Grass cut, but edges not trimmed. If the world is going to end as a result, let me know…

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  2. SisterStay says:

    Mmmm. Love Betty’s.

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