A Westmorland Farmhouse

A Westmorland Farmhouse

Called in to see grandson, Zac, en route to Manchester. As bad luck would have it the hospital had called to say they could slip him in for a small procedure he needed. Nothing serious, he is a lovely baby. So I only said "hello" to him in passing for two minutes. But all being well I'll have a couple of hours on Thursday on the way back. Thursday will be my thousandth blip. I suspect it will have to be you know who!

B, A, and Zac have to move to Leeds in a couple of week's time for A's new job. Leaving here would be tough for me to contemplate in exchange for Leeds. However, a new baby will enjoy social opportunities there that just don't exist in this tiny, remote village.