There’s a tradition that Heather and I visit Rochester each year. Normally we try and go around March time, or in the summer, but this year Heather’s foot trouble and operation had delayed us getting there, to the point we were getting worried we wouldn’t make it. We finally did Continue reading …
A short note because I’m still . The WAY Christmas dinner was a small affair at Pato Lounge. There was quite a bit of prosecco, some decent tapas starters, a good dinner and disappointing puddings.
It’s becoming something of a tradition to have a quick trip north just before Christmas and this year was no exception as Heather and I managed to squeeze a couple of days in Newcastle into a crowded December.
A trip to Newcastle and Gateshead to see a bear in some windows, some magical park lights, and some surrealist pictures Continue reading
A saw Heather and I yawning as we rose early to get to Kings Cross Station, all to catch a train north to Newcastle.
It’s just another day. A day the sun comes up, and the moon that reminds me of you. Simply another day that I miss you my Pixie