The Wedding (part three)

This drive was relatively easy. Three hours up through the Yorkshire Moors then into Cumbria to a tiny Hamlet called Hutton Roof. The house we were staying in was quite old with an odour of ancient, fusty carpets. It says 1874 above the door and I think that’s the last time it’s been decorated. The […]

Aaarrrrr!!

A one legged pirate from Tring Hopped the jive, a foxtrot and swing The samba he slipped, fell over and tripped And ended both arms in a sling!