Mother Shipton's Cave saw my son and I finally arrive on a warm lunchtime at the weekend. My son had asked to go to a wishing well this year and I knew one which had worked for me when I was around his young age.
The story of a 15 year old girl being ousted by family centuries ago to give birth to a child had become big business around Knaresborough. Now this tourist spot was still successful even though thirty odd years had passed since my visit.
Cast out as a witch, the baby became a woman who made prophesies of he future, some of which came true and others which didn't.
Anyway, add to this the fact that the stalagmite juice in the water eventually seems to turn things to stone and became another folklore and you've got a magical place.
My wish all those years ago had been to have some new toys. A day or two later my neighbour came around with bags of toys which her son didn't want anymore and I believed my wish had come true.
I took my son to this cave and felt a rush of excitement again as I saw him steadily place his fingers in the water. A new addition was a sheet with clues on for youngsters and when completed, you got a chocolate bar from the cafe.
I had given up two clues short as I couldn't find the answers but my son demanded we persevered. He was right to do that as we did get the last answers eventually.
The museum at the end of the trail was heavy on tarot cards and fortune telling related merchandise which rang a bell in me. These days I am in a paranormal team and would have had a huge curiosity over these things hen I first came. I don't remember not being into ghosts. I created my first ghost team in the first school playground. Zero investigating but the thought was there.
We would have stayed in mother Shipton's cafe for dinner but it no longer did food. Just outside the gates as we took the lovely scenic route home I saw a pub called The World's End (as in the film of the same name- but not THE one).
It was a great day. Add to this Fridays Legoland trip and then an 8 mile walk on Sunday fuelled by podcasts and I think it may have been my best weekend ever.
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