When I was a gal and used to commute along this railway line every day to school, this used to be the Peak Freans biscuit factory and you could see some kind of shaking biscuit making machine hard at work on a custard cream.

Anxiety dreams forced me up and at my desk by 7. Grafted all day long apart from a cuppa with an old student chum who explained his taxonomy of our shared profession. Hilarious. On another train to another town to meet more new people. Most of the time, that feels ok but right now it just feels tiringzzzzz