Lancaster

My eldest daughter, Charlie, stayed over with a friend in Lancaster, last night, so she and I met up for breakfast at the Quarter House, which is just along from the Dukes. The food was good, her company was excellent, and the time flew by. Before we knew it, it was time to walk across to the station so she could get the train back down to Manchester.

We took a slightly roundabout route so that we could go past the castle and then I showed her the new pub at the station before she caught her train and I drove home for a leisurely afternoon.