After all the walking we welcomed a shift to taxis and trains.  We needed a break and besides it would take way too long to walk to Scotland.  Traveling by taxi from Robin Hoods Bay to Scarborough, and onward via train to York, our intrepid foursome parted ways there.  Gail and Nanci stopped-off in York to sample its many charms, while Janet and Stu continued on to Huddersfield in pursuit of some family history.
    Now, Huddersfield is not your big-time tourist destination (it’s in the Midlands between Leeds and Manchester).  In fact our guidebooks didn’t even mention it.  Nevertheless we ended up in a good hotel in the center of an historic city that retains a certain workaday charm. We toured the impressive looking church where some of Janet’s ancestors were baptized and did family research in the city library.  We found the location of West Parade, a street that no longer exists, where one of Janet’s ancestors made artificial legs and operated an inn.  We couldn’t be sure if any of the buildings there now dated from the 1850s or earlier when they lived on the street. We were pleasantly surprised to find a small, quite good Caribbean restaurant for dinner.