Not my FO

Yesterday G and I met up with my parents in Richmond, North Yorkshire, which is somewhere in between our two houses. My mum brought me this lovely jumper she'd knitted from Twilley's Freedom Spirit. She knitted it for herself but it turned out to be too short in the body. Sometimes being short is useful.

We had a really good day, apart from what was possibly the worst Sunday dinner I've ever had in a pub. It was the Castle Tavern in the market place. Disgusting soup, horrible yorkshire pud, dry, overcooked vegetables. I don't recommend it. We really enjoyed seeing Richmond itself. I don't really remember anything about last time we went, when I was a child.