Day Twenty

Woke to a grey, damp morning. We went over to Retford, the place where I was born and lived for the first 19 years of my life. Lunch in a delicatessen/cafe which served beautiful cream of vegetable soup with freshly baked bread. Off then to the local museum.. but it was closed for refurbishment. We wandered round town reliving old times, the market square, East Retford Church where I was a choirboy and gained my love of church choral music, Bacon's butcher's shop still open and looking as it did 50 years ago. We bought some haslet there which I had forgotten about. (http://thefoody.com/meat/haslet.html) It is a pork meat loaf usually sliced and eaten cold. I also checked out the site of my mate Phil Jackson's Dad's typewriter shop which is now a bar!! Back home to Gainsborough and the papers and TV.