En Route.

The annual whisk-away.
Since Alice died I've been fortunate enough to be kidnapped every "Festering Season".
Year 1 was Christmas  in S in Law im Maryport - 10 sat down. New year in Maryport with Niece - same 10 different house.
Years 2 & 3 in Sheffield at a kind of Clan gathering - 9 at every meal, though some times in shifts Kids then biggies.
Though, to be honest, I still get "those moments" I never get chance to have a real sulk/mope. All in all they do a grand job.
This is a fair comment on the weather, though it never rained the entire visit.
Usual watering hole en route is Scotch corner where we saw this rather festive Cotoneaster.

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