We had a journey from York on the way to Durham, and stopped off to visit my Aunty Rachel. She lives in a small North Yorkshire village called Swainby. Her house looked very old and was very long and thin. Her car is old also and has no seat belts. Tom and I got to start it and Ellen drove with Rachel. 1 minute up the road from her
is an old ruined castle. It was very broken down and we got to climb all over it. We had to walk along the road to an old Abbey, which had some really old gravestones. Some were so old that you could not read them and we found one from 1730. One we found looked like a pirate grave as it had a skull and cross bones, a book and an hourglass timer.
We had a journey from York on the way to Durham, and stopped off to visit my Aunty Rachel. She lives in a small North Yorkshire village called Swainby. Her house looked very old and was very long and thin. Her car is old also and has no seat belts. Tom and I got to start it and Ellen drove with Rachel. 1 minute up the road from her
is an old ruined castle. It was very broken down and we got to climb all over it. We had to walk along the road to an old Abbey, which had some really old gravestones. Some were so old that you could not read them and we found one from 1730. One we found looked like a pirate grave as it had a skull and cross bones, a book and an hourglass timer.
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