Museum Gardens, York

My father’s funeral in York today and we had to hoof across town from the car park to the church.

Went through the park as a shortcut which was how we came to see this lovely building.

It went as well as these things do - and inevitably, lots of sharing of stories at the wake.

My father enjoyed a yarn or two and we certainly heard a few new ones from friends and family we don’t often see.

Home in time for a shedload of pancakes and the obligatory G&T!