A stone setting of ginnels and snickets

We're heading north once more for the fishing. This time it's the River Dee and I feel a bit more optimistic than I did about the Tay. I love the Dee. I love spring salmon. There is no finer fish on no finer river.

But first we have a 25th wedding anniversary party in Leeds for Gill's sister, Alison, and her husband Richard - the Whitakers. They're having the party at what used to be Dyson's jewellers - now the Georgetown Restaurant. It's a place I remember well.

I once spent many hours in an upstairs room with a photographer for a newspaper investigation, watching out for people coming out of a ginnel opposite. Or should I call it a snicket (pronounced in the same way that Geoff Boycott says cricket, i.e crickitt)? Either term would suffice in Yorkshire but for the rest of the world I suppose I should reveal that it is an alley or a cut-through or a passage.

My other memory of Dyson's goes back nearly 30 years when Gill and I went there to choose an engagement ring. I only had £200 to my name, just enough to buy a ring with the tiniest sparkly diamond. We could afford something more showy now but would never replace it. The ring was good for us then and it's good for us still, like our marriage. I wouldn't claim that it was set in stone, but this is the stone setting.