No place

I had a day off the Proper Job and drove down to Co. Durham to the quaintly entitled No Place. We spent the afternoon in the function room of the Beamish Mary pub, working out what sort of noise we might be able to make together. I thought it was quite encouraging.

Then I headed over to Hartlepool (it used to be British West Hartlepool, surely - what happened?) to spend a pleasant evening catching up with an old chum and taking advantage of her spare bed. Thanks, CJ!