St Peter's Church, Dunchurch

Hubster was once an angelic head choirboy and used to sing from the top of this tower.

Had a lovely afternoon at a reunion in Northamptonshire, with old colleagues from when I used to work at a helicopter company. Hooked up with old friend Sue and ended up like naughty little girls, giggling uncontrollably in the corner. Business as usual then!

Then we took a trip down memory lane and visited Hubster's home town of Rugby.

Afterwards we took a drive through the lanes to have a drink in the pub where we'd first met (I didn't much care for him at the time!) only to find that the once cozy, thatched little haven had been bought by someone trashy who'd ripped the soul out of the interior and tried to turn it into something trendy. :-( Shameful.

I did however scrump a couple of apples from the beer garden. No value on them from the pub, as they were just allowing them to drop.

Tut.