Quo vadis?

Birmingham New Street Station, waiting for the 0930 train to Newcastle.

The majority of us seem to stay connected via electronic equipment these days. "I'm at the station."

I'm glad to say that the train was not crowded so was more comfortable than the outgoing journey.

The trains ran on time and I was home by 2pm.

Mum is full of cold - at that miserable streaming stage - and even agreed to go back to bed this afternoon.

I've  unpacked all my booty from the show and there were two photography books waiting to be unpacked here. Seventh heaven.