It was a good weekend. My old friend, Tony, invited me over to Beverley in the very heart of East Yorkshire. It's where I went to school and where Tony now lives with his second wife, Pauline.
We drove into the nearby city of Hull. The team I have supported for sixty years were playing Plymouth Argyle. But Tony had not only bought me a match ticket, he had paid for a "prestige" package that involved a lunch, free drinks, great seats next to the directors' box and so on.
At halftime, we looked up at the big screen and a digital birthday greeting came on wishing me a happy 70th birthday "from Tony". I have waited for fame all my life and now I had it. Of course the crowd cheered wildly when they saw my name.
Though Hull City deserved to win, we ended up drawing the match with Plymouth. The final score was 1-1.
Back in Beverley, we visited Nellie's. Its real name is "The White Horse" and it is my favourite pub in the whole world. Right next to St Mary's Church, it is an authentic Victorian pub in which time has stood still. I first went in there when I was seventeen - 53 years ago. It is little changed.
On Sunday morning, in spite of the inclement weather forecast, we drove out of the old market town to undertake a four mile walk east of The River Hull and it was on this walk that I snapped the attached pictures.
Cattle by The River Hull at Arram Carrs