Back to the bright lights
We left a rather muggy London and took the train north to Preston and sunshine. Then we took one of the utterly clapped out, ancient, diesel trains to Blackburn. Very slow, very noisy, very shabby, very squalid to be honest. I believe these are some of the rolling stock that was decommissioned from the south east many years ago. And as a stop gap measure they were deployed "up north" where the other half lives. Anyway, we got home.
We were ferried about by brother Dave and were very grateful too! Walked into town to do a few errands and had a lovely stir fry for tea. Before walking in the cool of the evening to the Butler's Arms for a pint and a chat outside in the sunshine. Watching the tail end of the women's bowls competition. I spent many hours of my childhood on or around bowling greens, so it felt familiar, and the sound of the woods connecting was quite a nostalgia trip.
It was good to be in London and to reconnect with the folks we love. It's good to be back here for the same reason.We waved as we more or less passed the place where our friends from Portugal will be this evening. If we'd been driving we could have popped in for a coffee! How on earth can a fortnight here not be enough time? How can it be too short a time for everyone we want to see? Do we need to learn that we need three weeks? Can we understand that it is never enough, however long we are here? Grateful for the time we have, and the fact that we have the means to travel.