Driving the school minibus
to Staindrop involved a morning drop-off and an afternoon pick-up, but for once
I was happy with a split shift as it gave an opportunity to spend the
intervening four hours in the village’s two tea shops and the nearby Raby
Castle, particularly enjoyable as I had brought my daughter along to ride
shotgun; she thought it was her first visit to the castle, with its deer-filled
parkland and peaceful walled garden, but I knew better as I remember her, at a much
more tender age, and her even younger sister, running around those same walled
gardens, which consequently became not so peaceful.
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