Saturday, August 10, 2013
Lost in Hawes
How many librarians does it take to find Hawes, England?
Steve and I trekked southwest from Scotland to Newcastle to Hawes. Somehow, we were separated from our friends. Thank goodness we purchased an updated map and our friend M. gave us great directions.
So what did we do? We drove down the gorgeous countryside. Once we reached Hawes a few hours later, Steve and I realized that we did not have the exact address.Thankfully, we had the phone number of the campground. (Our house was located in a campground.) It was a Saturday night in a charming little hamlet, the sun was setting, and all the shops were closed. Finding a place in a strange country at dusk was a little scary. Oh, and our cell phones did not work.
"Steve, there has to be a pub open somewhere."
"Good idea, Lolo,"
So we visited the White Hart Inn, and asked the manager named Matt for directions. Matt the kindly manager took pity on two lost and tired Americans, and not only allowed us to use their phone, but he actually dialed the number and spoke with the manager himself.
When Steve and I made it to the house, it was an emotional reunion. We felt bad that our friends were worried about us. When everyone made it to the house, we parked our cars and found another place (as the White Hart Inn was full) to eat. However, we frequented the pub several times to show out gratitude for their kindness.
So, if you're ever lost in a small town in England on a Saturday night and all the shops are closed, look for a pub.
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