Fleabag

I needed to get out. Train to Scarborough, rode back through Dalby Forest on the North York Moors then across the suspension footbridge at Huttons Ambo and a skirt with the Wolds until Kirkham Priory then home. I was knackered if truth be told, but it was great.

We are watching Fleabag (with most everyone else I think) and love it. The episode we watched last had a scene in the Westminster Quaker Meeting house where we met, and were married. It was beautiful to see our room up there on the screen, and strangely moving.

This shot was new last year and has sold both years, so it qualifies as a success. It is going to be in the next book.