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!
Let me warn you right now: This is not going be a riveting read, especially if you don’t know me and you’ve found this blog by accident. I don’t even really expect any of my family & friends to really get much out of it. Its here primarily for me – or future me – to refer back to whenever.
The basis of this mini-adventure is an East Midlands Three Days in Seven Rover rail ticket. You can read all about it here.
Meanwhile, what happened on Thursday follows after the ‘more’ break. It was written ‘on the fly’ and edited to try and make it a little more coherent after the fact. Consequently the tense may be all over, and you’ll have to put up with a bit of my ‘inner vernacular’!