In the Shadow of the Spire

We went into Salisbury this afternoon to have a coffee with a friend from London who was down for the weekend. Poor Ted was teething (last 3 molars on the way) and thoroughly grumpy... I felt sorry for the people on the next table to us in the Refectory, nothing like a shouting toddler to accompany your cuppa. However, we did have a little play on the Green, literally in the shadow of the cathedral spire. Digger is attached to his hand today.