A not - untypical scene after last Thursday.
I work in Warrington and live in Manchester. All trains between the two were cancelled (as were most other trains in the country) and cycling the whole way home in 60mph winds wasn't appealing. Fortunately, a colleague offered me a lift, and between his driving and my navigating, we were able to find a passage through most of the congestion and he dropped me off (90 minutes later) on the edge of Salford, so that he could go home. Just as well really, as town centre was solid with traffic, and my bike turned out to be the best way of getting around.
Still, the National Winter Ales festival was quiet...
2 comments:
Rob you have my mobile number if you're ever stranded again!
Rob, I met your wife and said I liked the dramatic tree picture you had posted on this blog. She shrugged her shoulders, clearly indicating you were blogging behind her back. Next time, you must get her permission; you know what the bible says about these kinds of things. Now cover your head.
(I really must go to bible class, I get confused sometimes...)
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