NOT WHAT WAS FIRST CLOCKED.

First time out for dearest in almost three weeks saw us over in Northallerton, misty drive up and I kept thinking must stop and take a photo, a foggy field with sillouets of the trees and a few grazing sheep, obviously that didnt happen so it Barkers ornate clock as it chimed at a quarter past the hour, the lady had had enough so it was back home via Bettys for a club sandwich.