Well dear readers, the rain indeed stopped well before lunch (spaghetti bolognese with prawns in by the way) and the old blogger left his reading (Joanne Harris of "Chocolat" fame) to collect some sand and stones for the Belfast Sink now a planter for the front garden. After lunch the Angel of Stanhope, Gillian arrived for tea and scones and philosophy naturellement ... elle parle Francaise tres bien. .. when dear Gillian had left news came from the two daughters that they wished to visit on Sunday and meet at Alnwick Gardens for lunch.
That's about it for today folks, except to say that living in Stanhope is delightful and your old blogger, albeit born in Fordinbridge, finds Weardale more to his taste nowadays ... (to be continued God willing!)
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