During a brief break in the atrocious weather, we took a stroll through Sunnyhurst Wood, the place I use to come sail my boats as a lad.
The mock Tudor cafe still in business.
Water, water everywhere.
Potter's Gate, the summer holiday's meeting place with my first girl friend, Pat, back in 1960. Memories are made of this.
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