Natalie had planned a trip to Hexham with fellows from her college, and Francis and I joined her. It was a gray and blustery day with the threat of rain, which the skies made good on whilst we were in the cathedral. We then stopped to listen and we heard the beating rain against the ancient bricks and shingles.
I may have gotten into a bit of trouble.
Nat in the market square in tiny Hexham. She bought some cheese, and that evening we feasted.
Ballerinas come to invite us to their show
Enjoying the catacombs
Father and daughter avoid the rain, together.
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