On the Road North

Well, not very far north, a drop in to see Peter, at Leamington Spa. Not a relative of mine - though his mother was my kids' great aunt. She died when he was less than a year old old and Peter was brought up by his father, the reverend Trevor and in a succession of boarding schools.
He's getting more and more like his dad - if you replaced the cap with a dog collar, he'd be the spitting image.
Talking of dogs, he has two - Shankly and Souness. Thankfully he wasn't allowed to name his girls (Daisy and Tilly). I had a chat with his wife Sara who is a naturopath and herbalist. Peter interjected that he was quite indulgent to all that 'sort of stuff' as he'd been brought up by his Dad to believe in magic. Haw.
Then onward! Home, James! Not forgetting to stop in at Tebay for a couple of steaks and a bottle. Wished I'd taken Monday off.