What happened once I got off that bloody train...

Well, having spent all that time wondering if livestock were going to continue throwing themselves at trains, if the heat would dehydrate us all tot he point of death and if we'd ever leave Wigan station, I finally made it to Lancaster. And spent the weekend with Suzanne, my old flatmate from Manchester.

  

We spent what was left of the evening catching up on gossip and news and discussing old uni friends and work colleagues, and then on Saturday morning had a wander around the town. This is Lancaster castle. And it's still in use, as a tourist site, a prison and a court. Lancaster coucil knows how to makes its tax dollars work...