We (Jackie and her old friends Graham and Vivien, and me) went to a nearby Hall called Bolling Hall on the edge of Bradford. We arrived before it had opened so walked about a bit. And so found a snail thing – trails of slime from a car park across the grass (maybe 9 feet) and up the trunk of a mature sycamore. When they travelled, whether they spend days in the tree or in the crevices of the stone wall around the car park, and why they did this regular trek I do not know.
Later in the day we went to Shibden Hall near Halifax. Here I learnt that from the Norman invasion to the dissolution of the monasteries the parish of Halifax belonged to the Priory in Lewes, back home in Sussex. The last owner of Shibden went bankrupt, but he spent the last of his money well – helping establish the Independent Labour Party.