Dairy, Broughton Place

I didn't venture very far today (because, alas, I am still ill). I simply popped out with Mr hazelh to return a half-read library book (Why can't we sleep by Darian Leader), then called in at Crombies to pick up some bacon for tonight's supper. On Broughton Place I saw this ghost sign.

Back at the flat I have packed for the last trip of my holiday - we're heading south to visit my mother, to join the Haltwhistle walking festival, and to indulge in some nostalgia on Teesside - and started writing up yesterday's interview with Jack.

Exercise today: none (unless ~5000 steps count).