From one priory to another, I give you….Pleasington Priory. Yeah, it meant nothing to me either….and then I discovered some of my ancestors are buried there. It’s in Blackburn, where my parents are from and where the rest of my family were born.
I’m a bone fide Vegemite eater so when my rellies start talking about this street and that pub and those hills, I haven’t a clue what they’re on about! Legend has it that my dad was once a gravedigger here but I’m not sure I believe it. Probably just my siblings winding me up, as usual.