I can confirm that the wintery air was indeed very wintery, causing us to spend no longer than necessary in the company of Antony Gormley's effigy to himself which stands boldly embracing the A1. If the winter air hadn't been a deterant then some of the filthy looks I was getting from other visitors to this site would have been enough to keep it a short visit. My companion was blessed with a youthful appearance, which made me seem like I, with my less than youthful appearance, had taken to borrowing school children. Untrue, perhaps, but no one likes to be scorned.
The rest of the day is a haze of relaxation but I believe the late night viewing of the DVD of Little Shop of Horrors was one mentionable highlight. There was also ice-cream.