Tuesday, 14 July As she was stealing a sip of my Old Peculiar, I was stealing a pic of her -- hers is a half of Strongbow. (Taken in The Board Inn, Whitby, where we stopped for a rest with Nana and Pappy and Auntie Karen three years ago.)
Tuesday, 14 July As it happens, we parked in a little church carpark in Scarborough, which also happened to be a graveyard with the gravesite of Victorian novelist Anne Brontë (the least-known of the three Brontë sisters).