MOUNT GRACE PRIORY

B and I took a picnic to Mount Grace Priory, half an hour's drive down the A19. It's lovely there, but blimey it was hot! Apparently there's a colony of stoats which live among the ruins, but they certainly weren't out and about today. One of us (naming no names, but he's somewhat hair-free on top) didn't care for the choice of hats I offered him before we went out so we had to scurry between patches of shade which were mostly taken with other picnicking families, and eventually we came home to cool off. The car decided that today was the day the air conditioner would make a menacing noise and smell, so hooray for that!

I suppose this counts as derelict.