The Parrot Place

The Parrot Place isn't a real place as such- it's a strange pull-in off of the A12 which has been pretty handy over the years G and I have been going out. It's half-way between his parent's in Leigh and mine in Bentley, so we've stopped there for mid-point lift swaps, and picking G up on trips to London when he was living with them.

Today Mum and I drove down to Leigh to see everyone after the worrying day yesterday and stopped here for a picnic. Thankfully G's Dad was let home today awaiting further tests. After lots of tea, we showed my Mum around Old Leigh, forgetting it was the Folk Festival, which provided a pretty nice soundtrack to some wanderings by the sea.