Earlier in the week I took advantage of the opportunity presented by #DBY2018 of travelling by rail to Sheffield over what are normally freight only lines. I knew that if nothing else, the trip would afford the opportunity to view my local landscape from a perspective rarely available. Also, while in Sheffield, I took the opportunity to reacquaint myself with some of the pubs of the Kelham Island district as it is some time since I last “mooched up there. I passed the time jotting notes as I went, and it is these musing which form the basis of this post.
I hope this provides a modicum of entertainment for you, as I certainly enjoyed the day!
Firstly, my apologies for the dreadful and embarrassing spelling in the title of the last post as it was originally uploaded (and thus will remain forever titled on WordPress’s system and Twitter 😳).
As I begin to think about uploading this, I am not quite home. In fact, I am on board the 20:40 Nottingham — Birmingham, waiting to depart … the very last leg of the week’s odyssey.
Turned out nice in the end…
I am posting this from Costa outside Carlisle station. Bear in mind I was only supposed to be in Carlisle for six minutes. I’m glad that what has happened, if it had to happen at all, on the last day: I’d be really disheartened if the week had begun this way.
My tale-of-woe begins…
It’s the last night of the trip. As ever, the way time plays tricks, on the one hand it seems like yesterday I set off, in other ways, a month ago. Anyway, tomorrow is home day — but of course I have a circuitous route planned.
I think this image tells the story of the day….
Meanwhile here is how I got back to England… and The North…
Welcome to Wales.
I’m checked in at the poshest (whilst, bizarrely, one of the cheapest) hotels of the trip. It’s relatively late in the evening, so depending on what happens with photo uploads etc., you may only see the barest, un-proofed version of the diary at first sight tonight.
However it turns out, it’s right here….