Thursday July 10, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds, LS11 5NQ

The Wellington Inn.

Morning off. We went snooping to Knaresborough to look at a pub called the Wellington Inn, on Briggate. Having not made an appointment we did not introduce ourselves to the tenant, Mr Thompson. Instead we wandered around the streets and sat on a park bench near the ruined castle, admiring the view. We would like to live in this direction and decide to petition LG for a move. We have spent two and a half years at the Moorhouse. A new baby. A new pub. Back to Guiseley where we took luncheon in Harry Ramsden's where Samuel refused to eat. Chandeliers and grease. Very popular though.  To Susie's after. Dad was making an impromtu call. In the garden. Ally left me and went to the clinic. She phoned the Wellington. Home at 7. LG had been. No message. Hilda phoned to ask about Ally's progress.