A Crossland switcheroo

We've swapped one uncle's house for another in the English midlands.
Today we packed up a couple of bags and headed to Sam's uncle Neil's house in Waltham, a small village just on the outskirts of the season town of Cleethorpes. Neil, his wife Linda and his two kids, 13-year-old Chantelle and nine-year-old Mitchell live in a beautiful home about a 20-minute drive from Paul and Bernie's house in Caistor.
Along with playing golf with Paul on Sunday, he and Bernie took Sam and I to York for a day out on Saturday.
We walked passed the Yorkminster, a huge, triple-towered cathedral that is the largest in northern Europe and also has the deepest sounding bell in all of Europe.
The sheer size of the building was impressive and I'm sure the inside is equally dramatic, although I can't say for sure because there was a wedding happening while we were there.
Next to the cathedral in the center of York is a pedestrian-only area with dozens of small shops and pubs.
We walked along a street called "the shambles," which is where butchers used to hang and sell their fresh-cut pork. The buildings along that road were even built with an outward tilt so that the meat would be kept in the shade and out of the rain.
The almost look like they're going to fall over.
We also took a 50-minute tour on a bus throughout the city to learn about York's history and how it was a Roman stronghold long ago.
We had a great time.
After Neil and Linda picked us up at about 11:20 a.m. Tuesday, we drove to Cleethorpes to take a walk on the beach and see some of the small shops in the seaside town.
Since is was a little cold and rainy, we went back to Neil and Linda's house to have barbeque.
Before that, though, we walked down to The Tilted Barrel pub to have a couple of pints before their kids got home from school.
Neil and I had pints of Guiness, served extra cold of course, my first in England.
You can't beat a Guiness before a barbeque.