Sunday: Lost Luggage

This afternoon Cousin J & S, K and I walked to Monkseaton Station, to the Lost Luggage Room. They have some excellent beers on tap, and it’s a lovely environment. The welcome and service is a tad surly but that seems like an ok price to pay.

We had a great time there and then decamped back to my auntie’s where we had an excellent Sunday dinner.  

We haven’t even really unpacked yet but things will get calmer tomorrow. Barney progress report: he’s ventured halfway down the stairs, and even made it to the kitchen once, but tends to retreat when he hears Meg snuffling.