I've just spent a couple of enjoyable days up in Lancashire, one of my cousins getting married yesterday in Ashton-in-Makerfield just outside St. Helens. A highlight was the view out of my hotel window though. In the field were a number of old horses, one of the horses (i am sure) looked me in the eye and then squatted down slightly to wee. I consider this horse (the one on the far right below) to a true honest critic of my work.
It was nice to go up, the only problem being the rain which was on-and-off all day, it doesn't always rain in the north of course. Just most of the time.