Preston day
L went for a run on a cold, sunny morning while N stayed in bed. Once the M60 had calmed down we drove the hour up to Preston and headed straight to The Harris for elevenses served veery slooowly.
L immersed herself in the special Horrockses frocks exhibition while N remained in the cafe, making notes for a script idea he has had. Lunch was had in a small, minimalist cafe apparently just opened, again rather slow but delicious salad and omelette. It was interesting observing the young, mostly Pakistani
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