My Uncle from my mother’s side is hosting a family reunion up in East Yorkshire. He has a pretty fair sized farm up there, more like a a country estate honestly. He was always my favorite uncle and I took the family up to meet him. The younger boy has no idea who he is and has never seen such a wide open expanse. We stayed at one of those quaint North Yorkshire Caravan parks, since there were very few places to stay. I highly recommend the place. We had our own cabin and it was about fifteen minutes by car to Uncle Rory’s farm. The boys and I did quite a bit of fishing both at the Caravan park and on the farm. Our luck could have been better, but we did well enough. Both of the boys got to ride ponies. I was astounded at how quickly Mike picked it up. The pony seemed as gentle as a lamb, but he got right on it and got it up to pace immediately.