August Bank Holiday Monday

My mother always says the spiders come out on ABHM, and sure enough I went to grab a ball of wool this morning to find a whopping arachnid on it. Urghhhhh!

We were listless without a dog so we wandered somewhat aimlessly around the Piece Hall. They were clearing up after the final concert of the summer; the concerts have been a great success and the venue is really on the up.

We’re off to the wonderfully named Golden Cock for dinner, pinching ourselves to see if it really can be true that on ABHM last year we arrived in Harrow for the pre-wedding preparations.