Father being available for puppy-sitting, Jess, Joe and I went to Thornton Abbey. Although it is so close Jess didn't remember ever having been there before so I was able to do an extended talk on mediaeval monastic life plus mini lectures on the historic significance of graffiti, the joys and pains of making pilgrimage, and the recycling of building materials through the ages. Knowing she had already heard it (and adapted it as an essay in her final year of primary school) I held off on my 'why Henry VIII was a stinker' diatribe. Jess was a very receptive audience, but Joe had heard most of it before and even tried to steal my thunder on some architectural points.

Then I discovered to my annoyance that I had no cash on me and they were still selling strawberries at the Abbot's Garden!