Yesterday we took Lucy to be washed and clipped in Pickering and what struck me was how a small town grows up through the centuries. Pickering church sits on a hill, surrounded by a small graveyard and cottages which have been cut into the hill so that you can enter them through the first floor. Well the dog grooming room is a small room off one of the cottages, it juts out into the graveyard. There is an intimacy between church, cottages and the land which unites them, a melding of time, the graves jostling untidily - must take photographs!
The room was small, a central table, sink for washing in the corner and a couple of cages in another corner. Four dogs greeted me enthusiastically, a large chocolate poodle on the table wagging its tail furiously. Two women brought order to this place, Ria was the person I had been in touch with. After dropping Lucy there we went for something to eat at Kirkby at the George and Dragon, Paul had his usual calamari and I had a paninis - a word I can never say much to the amusement of everyone, with some french fries and salad.
|The George and Dragon is to the far right with the carriage entrance.|