A cake with a Czech

Weekend! After some very hard workdays, during which we attended lessons from 9 am to 4 pm, there it came the golden, sweet weekend with all its promises of rest, relief and enjoyment. For us, here at Anglolang School and Scarborough, it was too an opportunity to get to know better each other, practise our English skills in a less formal social environment, and look for opportunities to acquire contacts in prospect of future european projects.

Anglolang offered some weekend activities. On Friday there was a Beach Sport Evening (I think I told you about it). On Saturday they offered us a School Trip to Edinburgh. And on Sunday another one to Newcastle and Durham. None of those activities were, of course, compulsory, and there were not free, but the Friday Beach Sports Evening. I signed up for the Edinburgh trip, and planned for a bike ride on Sunday. But things were not as I wanted them to. On Thursday they suspended the trip to Edinburgh, so I had to change my plans. I finnally signed up for Newcastle, and made my bike ride on Saturday.

So, after having a lot of fun with some classmates on Friday at the beach, we hired some bikes on Saturday morning. It was supposed to be a ride for four teachers, but some of them decided not to come in the end, so we finnally were only two, a Czech P.E. teacher and your humble servant. We went to the ´Cinder Trail´, a former railway line that went all the way from Scarborough to Whitby, though we didn't intend to go that far. Our aim was the Ravenscall Hall Hotel, about 16 km away from Scarborough. We had a great and fine British weather, which, for you, means that it was cold and raining all the way. 

We had fun. We sighted squirrels, and rabbits, and deers, and cakes  -twice-, and soups -only once. But, instead of telling you the tale of the Spanish and the Czech riding a bike, I'll just show you some pictures. Reading is boring, I know.

We sighted cows, too! I forgot the cows!

This, my friends, is a Yorkshire Curl Tart, a delicious piece of cake sighted twice at the Ravenscar Tearoom. One on the way out. The second one on the way back. There is a law on cake hunting, more or less like the fox hunting one. It says you can not hunt cakes, but if you happen to come into one in your way, you can hunt and eat it. And we are law-abiding people...

Our lunch here, a hot Brócoli Blue Cheese Soup, perfect for the cold weather of the British summer

The sight from the dinning room at the Ravens Hall Hotel was great. Here you can see the 'Robin Hood's Bay'. No, Robin Hood never was there, he was more fond of forests.

The Cathedral of Durham, our Sunday trip main aim.