This weekend we’ve been up north, in York and therearound, where it is just as hot and humid as anywhere else. We’ve found ourselves alternately drenched with sweat and rain, sometimes both at the same time.

On Saturday Karen pretended to be a horse, and then we dropped in on Mike and K, who have a gorgeous house with a stunning view.

I was also allowed to indulge myself at a whisky shop where the staff were knowledgeable and friendly. I didn’t get the opportunity to drop in at Mor Music – last time we were in York, four years ago, I dropped in there and walked out with a new bass.

On Sunday we went to the Railway Museum, and our final meal before coming home was – what else – pies and peas.