A few days away with the Number One Son and his betrothed had been on the calendar for ages but still it managed to creep up on me unawares. I love it when long weekends do that. Despite the weather not always being clement and the fact we were a man down for the first night, we still had a fine old time. Though we will be back in the Spring when the weather gods will, hopefully, get their shit together and all squad members will be 110% fighting fit. Natalie had never been to Whitby before so we showed her the sights, including: the slots, The Abbey, The Black Horse and the Passage to India. The top photo is her and James walking down the one hundred and ninety nine Abbey Steps. And the photo below is one Natalie took of us on the beach at Sandsend (thereby recreating a shot of the Medds taken in, roughly, the same spot in 2014).
The final day of our trip became quite emotionally charged when we bumped into a friend we'd not seen in eight years: it transpired that Adele has not been enjoying the best of health lately and has a number of serious operations lined up. As always in these situations I didn't really know what to say. I hope I said the right things but all I really wanted to do was hug her tightly. So that's what I did. Here's the last picture I took of her when she came to visit us not long after we'd moved back to Nottingham in 2017. I hope everything works out, Adele. J x.
