It had been a full day, Barry mused, snuggling between his two cowboys.
Davina had managed to cram so much into their afternoon, Barry’s mind was still whirling. They’d had photo ops with a guardsman from the Household Cavalry and a uniformed policeman. Then at The Tower of London they were photographed with a Beefeater, or Yeoman Warder as Davina informed them was their correct title. The rest of the visit to the
Tower was fun, or at least Jimmy and Jake thought so. Personally it had given Barry the creeps, especially the exhibition of torture equipment in the base of the Wakefield Tower. He’d heard of the rack, but not the Scavenger’s Daughter which compressed rather than stretched its victims. Then there were the manacles, chains, bars, and…Barry was relieved when Davina said that if
