Boatdate: 12072020
Location: Salthouse Dock

We hopped on a bus to Speke Hall, a 16th C Tudor pile. It was so exciting Ben fell asleep and dreamt of kayaks while I made sure no one nicked the mobile phone sticking out his back pocket. Why do all young uns stick their phones in their back pocket waiting to be nicked or sat on? Beats me.

It's an oak framed, wattle and daub structure on a bed of red sandstone owned then by a chap called William Norris. There's a Peter Norris and a Sue Norris live next door to me but I don't know if William had anything to do with that. The NT look after it now, (not Windows NT), which is an ancient operating system. Norris was a catholic so the place has a priest hole and eavesdropping facilities run by Huawei Norris, which is probably a misspelling of Hugh Norris. We couldn't go in because they were afraid we might find the priest and have at him with my gay umbrella. Probably would have too!

In the end the excitement was too much for Ben so he had himself picked up later that afternoon and driven home to Bury to have another lie down.