Downton?

So, here is my mama, 88 in a week or two's time, all vexed - but also rather amused at herself - because she's forgotten the name of the place Byron lived at in Nottinghamshire.

And she knows that it's lodged in her brain somewhere.

'Now, it's NOT Downton Abbey...'

No it isn't. But she worked her way round to it, rather like those games where you change CHERRY into MEDLAR one letter at a time:

Downton Abbey to Newton Abbott to Newstead Abbey..

et voila!

We were meeting for lunch in the cafe at the FItzwilliam Museum - still a lovely place, even with a limited menu due to building works