Petersfield...

I parked up yesterday evening in a little wooded car park, along with a kebab van. I was busy writing when there was a knock on the door. The kebab guy reckoned I was in the way (I wasn’t) and his customers couldn’t park (they could). It takes a brave man to argue with a guy who habitually works with knives and skewers, so I drove a few miles further on, to Petersfield. I’m parked up behind the Wetherspoons, still trying to tie up loose ends in the book.

Just licensed: the Alice Hawthorne pub in the village of Nun Monkton, near York...