I’m early for everything. When I’m with my other half it doesn’t matter so much because he’s chronically tardy, but when I’m organising a trip by myself I’m meticulous about my ETA, like a retired Sergeant Major who can’t shake the military out of their mannerisms. So, marching up Shudehill from Victoria Station, here I […]
When an afternoon turns into a weekend
One sunny Friday both Tom and I took the afternoon off work and rattled our way to Manchester on the straight-through train. Tom’s my fella, if you didn’t know. The straight-through train to Manchester is one of the reasons we decided to live in Clitheroe, but we hardly ever use it. This was our chance […]