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enjoyed them very much.

That evening saw us at Ripon at the Unicorn on the village Square. A monument stands in the middle of the picturesque square with it's red and other bright coloured houses.

Every evening at nine o'clock when the Cathedral clock chimes the hour, the Hour Blower, dressed in a brown coat with brass buttons, a black cock hat on his head and a long horn slung over his shoulder comes quickly up the street to the foot of the monument. He spreads his feet, puffs out his chest and gives three long blasts on the horn. It has been kept up since seven hundred A.D. from the Saxon custom of the curfew bell. 

Although you would never think it, Ripon though very small is one of the oldest cities and stands third in the Mayor's procession at London.

August 10, 1908.

Although it was rainy, Monday morning we took the motor bus to Fountains Abbey a lovely short drive passing through the very small, but pretty village of Studby. 

The Abbey is in a valley surround by beautiful