Tissington Church

On his week off between jobs, George asked Len and me to go to Tissington to view the hall and church, where he and Kat will get married next year. 

An added bonus of snowdrops in the graveyard. The day started miserable and wet but became fine by the end of the afternoon.

We enjoyed a good lunch at the Bluebell Inn across the road, with Basil sitting quietly under my chair. The Tissington Pie defeated both men. I was delighted to be able to enjoy chicken with cheese and bbq sauce gluten free.