The first day we arrived was a Sunday, but since it was midday and we were exhausted from traveling, we didn't go to church. When the next Sunday rolled around, Jenn and I were determined to go to church somewhere. That morning I was missing our church so bad; I longed to be singing in church! It was arranged that we would go with Dean to his church that met in an old Church of England. It was chilly in the old stone building, where the heat went straight up to the rafters about twenty feet above our heads, but it was a blessing to see the amount of college students who wanted to meet with God.
It was hard to get any sort of picture, since this gigantic tree mostly obstructed the view.
Church-goers coming from the tiny parking lot.
Afterwards, our cousin John met us outside the church and took us into York to see our dad's aunt Dora. She's over 90 years old and as sharp as ever. We had an enjoyable time talking to her, while Jon served up a great tea. :)
Jenn, Great Aunt Dora, and Sarah. It was so great to be able to get some photos together.
Waving us 'Goodbye' in the parking lot
Before we went back to Malton, John served as our private tour guide and took us around the outside grounds of Castle Howard. Here is the ornate top of the obelisk at the head of the drive.
Only one car can fit through the archway at a time, so... someone must give way.
A larger view
Looking from across the lake to Castle Howard.
John and Sarah
John and Jenn
Jenn and Sarah with the castle in the background
John-our great tour guide
Jenn's perspective of Castle Howard through a metal gate.
An actual Gypsy horse we saw on the road home! He was just picketed by the side of the road with no one else around. I've read the stories about Gypsies in England, but to actually see part of their existence for myself was amazing!
Old holding pens for a livestock market. I think we may have a photo of our dad as a little boy with a pig in one of these pens.
Unfortunately, they haven't the same use for them anymore, so they'll be torn down. I can only imagine the amount of memories this place has made. 
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