Taxi driver from the hotel this morning was v complimentary about my jacket. Very nice of him. He used to be a travel agent until around twenty years ago but the internet killed that off so he did the knowledge instead. Our Belgian office uses a travel agent but it is a lot easier to sort things yourself using apps et al.
Part of the fun of travel is the time spent planning. I spend ages planning a trip. I like to think that by the time we go I have it all down to a tee. Wonder where that saying comes from? I found out about “x marks the spot” on a tour of the Tower of London and “on tenterhooks” when visiting the kipper smokery in Peel in the Isle of Man. No longer in business unfortunately, the kipper smokehouse.
All things come to pass. A fair few pubs I used to frequent as a lad are no longer there. I grew up near Crosby in the Isle of Man. There were three pubs in Crosby: The Crosby Hotel, Halfway House and The Highlander. The Highlander closed, the halfway rebranded as Waggon and Horses and then closed but the Crosby is still there.
The Crosby is where we would repair on a Tuesday night after a cricket match. Crosby Cricket Club. I was only sixteen but the team would buy me pints of bitter and I would either walk home in the dark up the back lane or mam would come and pick me up. That lane could get very dark. Sometimes the only way of doing it would be to walk in the middle of the road so that you could feel the camber on either side. Happy days.
Made the ten oh six train this morning. I had toyed with the idea of catching a later train and visiting the Tate Modern as the Hilton Bankside is very close. Figured I’d go at the weekend instead as I am back down for the darts at Ally Pally. Staying at Angel. If anyone wants to come along on Sunday let me know. I am a member and can take three guests into the paid for exhibits without having to book. What’s not to like? Mind you none of you wanted to go to the darts 🙂
I find that somewhat bemusing, that I had no takers for the darts. Not even any of my mates from Lincoln. It’s supposed to be a great day out. Going with the Davies men. They know a good night out when they see one.
The train is at Peterborough. Woman getting off accidentally pressed the button to open the toilet door instead of the door to the platform. Easily done and done it myself on more than one occasion. Peterborough is halfway home. I don’t get off at Peterborough although it is a popular destination for commuters. Not much going for it in my mind. The passport office. Mind you that’s the only bit of Peterborough I’ve been to and that was a quickish in and out.
We pass a field where a tractor ploughs a lonely furrow. Keeping the nation fed.
The milkman doesn’t come on a Thursday.