Penrith

I stopped off in Penrith today, for a bit of a blip wander around, followed by a swift pub lunch.

"Why?" you may ask. I was on my way to see Coventry lose 1-0 to Carlisle. Unless you are yourself a football fan, you couldn't possibly understand why someone would choose to drive 256 miles, mostly in falling snow, to sit and stand in the freezing cold, watching your team concede a sloppy goal after just two minutes and then make numerous mistakes in a whole-hearted but ultimately futile attempt to equallize. As my blip remarked on Monday, "Better Dreams."