Worcester Cathedral - the back door.
No sign of a peregrine falcon.
But he'll be up there somewhere looking down on the world from his lookout with his all-seeing yellow and black eyes and, if anybody shows the slightest sign of weakness, he'll swoop down and 'ave 'em (oh yes).
Stay alert, Vic!
Vicky loves her buttresses (flying or otherwise).
It's 'selfie' time!
Not much to say about this one, except it's a lovely shady spot on a hot summers day.
There's a Food Festival on this weekend.
We don't try the 'Portuganese' food and we don't go into Monsoon either.
One cream and jam scone and a darjeeling tea and one decaf tea, please, in The Boston Tea Party.
The old stand-bys are always the best.
On the way back home now.
It's been a gentle 4-miler today. Very nice.
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