A wet and dull Sunday morning wander in the town I grew up in. It’s very strange being back here. After almost half a year in Thailand, it feels alien to be back in the UK.

Beverley is an old market town known for it’s minster, but it started raining quite heavily on this morning, so this set is taken around North Bar Within. The North bar was built in the early 1400’s and is the only one that remains of several built. It was used as a toll gate for entry into the town.

Probably the last photo post for a while as I focus (no pun intended) on the never ending cycle of writing/reading/editing the Dream Weaver novel, but more of that later.