Loch & Dolly & I are leaving at 1.30 pm for Brimham.
Then
“As curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The lowing herd winds homeward o’er the lea”
and as Elgar’s “Nimrod” booms across the sublime English landscape,
and as twilight with her long velvet fingers gently caresses the pink glow of the western clouds,
we shall head for
Hxxxxxxxx Wxxx
a bit after 6pm I suppose
ANDREW