mud

On the third day away I woke with a headache which failed to respond to painkillers. Forced myself out in the afternoon and walked some of the local footpaths. It was lucky that I packed suitable footwear.

Our flat is above the Victorian laundry at Beningborough Hall and we pass through the 'wash room' every time we enter and leave. I could have done with one of the enormous sinks to wash my wellies in, but don't think the National Trust would have been happy.