Queen's

Queen's Hotel, set against a rather stormy back drop.

We had atrocious weather during the night, so of course I had to go out in it at 3am to call Bertie & Boogle in. They didn't respond, so I went back to bed.
Turns out Bertie was tucked up warm and cosy in the laundry, on his woolly blanket, and goodness knows where Boogle was. He must have found someone else's sofa to sleep on.