But with a little re-jigging we set off from John and Laura's on Friday morning and took in Nottingham, Durham and rural Lancashire on our way to Manchester. While the entire country swelters in sunshine, we seem to be followed around by our own bank of low cloud. It's forecast to turn into apocalyptic rain and flooding in a few days, true to the British law that good weather has to be followed by equally bad. Peter: this is your heritage.
See! It was warm enough to eat ice cream! Outside!
And cook food!
A quick photo shoot before we left. Anne Geddes should look out.
Maisey (Meg's cousin/Ellen's niece) seems reasonably impressed with the baby.
Frances realises it might be payback time for all that babysitting we did.
Interviewing Goddaughter Charity for the Davies Au Pair Scholarship Programme. Hmmm.
Showing his colours.
This is Harry. I used to change his nappies.
Davies-Weeks conglomerated family.
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Three men in a pub - Andy, me, and Stefan at The Feathers, British Pub of the Year 2011 no less!
George judges their fish and chips.
Grey towers of Durham.
Where Hannah and I met, back in the mists of time. And Pete, the consequence.
If you turn out to be really clever, you might get to study here (could somebody clean the nameplate please?)
In the cathedral cloisters.
An evening drink outside, with Stuart. They drink outside whatever the weather in the North East.
Next day, next pub, and a prawn cocktail: Britain's greatest gift to international cuisine.
Pete meets Auntie Rachel, his hundredth new person in four days. But one of the most important, of course.
