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23 and a half hours in Harrogate

Ahhh ... Harrogate ... the place of my birth and the infamous Betty's Tea Rooms where punters queue around the corner just to get a table.   A place where I feel warm, secure and protected by my forebears, even if don't go back as often as I should.  Harrogate is where my roots are. Sadly there was no time... Continue Reading →

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