Trip down memory lane

Left work, drove to Peterborough to pick up a bike machine from the BHF shop there, then endured the hell of the A1 going north through endless queues of traffic. Awful experience.

Things got a LOT better when I pealed off onto the A697 and headed for my favourite place in England - Wooler. I have such great memories of this place from my youth. We went to the church in the image, and the house we visited (owned by my grandparents) is the white one at the bottom left of the picture.

I wish we still owned it!