ESCHER-ISH

We set off south to Saltburn in lovely sunshine this morning but found it enveloped in fret. When we got back to Hartlepool for lunch the gloom had arrived here too, and then we had to head north for a few miles on the second guitar-related mission. By the time I had some time to get out with the camera there was no hope of any sunshine returning but I found some shapes and patterns, as well as some exorbitantly priced refreshment, at Wynyard Hall gardens and grounds.