The Contessa was expected Monday evening and we would spend the remainder of the holiday at the Greenhill Road sanctuary. Before setting off for Market Harborough in Leicestershire, we unpacked into our room at the top. I have an idea for a story that would be placed in a village, or on the outskirts of one like Hallaton. Siggy, once again commanding the role of intrepid driver, knows the area well and we headed for Hallaton. Patiently, he stopped when I wanted a shot of the countryside or some recognizable building for authenticity. I especially wanted place names on signposts like Slawston, Medbourne, Blaston.