• my diary

    i come from the land of the ice and snow…

    Having spent most of yesterday with one finger poised over the Refresh button on the updates page of the East Coast trains website, I am again posting from my corner of the (thankfully none too populous) 10:32 to London Kings Cross having determinedly leapt up early to finish bleary-eyed packing and feed fishes, before setting off a just-in-case half hour…

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    well, the weather outside is (still) frightful…

    And a fine weekend was had by all, well me at least, having braved the not-actually-all-that-bad conditions in woollies and wellies to meet a good friend who was visiting York (which was unutterably damp, sludgy and freezing, and made the sharp, crisp chill and fresh, powdery snow upon my return to Scarborough feel like the tropics). Following my rare evening…

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    can’t say they didn’t warn me…

    Well time to pack up and I am happy to report that my Glasgow trip has been lots of fun, at least in the impromptu mini-break sense of the word! Having followed a visit to the Gallery of Modern Art with a pot of Darjeeling at the Charles Rennie Mackintosh-designed Willow Tea Rooms before spending the remainder of the beautiful…