Angel Of The North

Our holiday is over. We had to be up and out of the B and B this morning. We had one last wander around York before we started the long drive back up the road to Berwick.

Rory has never seen the Angel of the North so as we passed by it, we decided to stop. Of course this meant a photo opportunity (although Rory wouldn't have his photo taken) so here's a photo of me being the angel of the north.

I'm not ready to go back to reality tomorrow. Why do holidays seem to pass so quickly?