Riding Pillion...

The gout has returned. I spent a long a long afternoon, hanging around in Whitby, waiting for my GP in Windermere to fax through a prescription for the tablets I need. Who the hell uses a fax machine in 2016? The gout got worse, rather than better, though the pain should be gone in a few days.

I the meantime I took a ride on the North York Moor Railway (thanks for your patience, Helen, while I was hobbling about). Visited the Birch Hall Inn, near Goathland: two tiny bars with a sweet shop in the middle, where your drinks are served through a hatch.

Riding pillion across Scale Lane swing bridge, Hull…