"It sounds like a lovely place." He wipes up the last of his gravy with the last of his Yorkshire pudding leaning back in his seat before he pops it into his mouth. Reaching into his vest pocket he checks his pocket watch. "I look forward to visiting it with you in the future." He says tucking the watch back into his pocket. "Speaking of, it is getting late. Do you want to try to catch a train back to Whitby? Or would you like to visit my home here in London and stay over for the evening?"