Returning from Whitby

I'm on the first leg of the long train journey from Whitby back to London town. My suitcase is bursting at the seams (and one wheel is dying - finally time to chuck it, I fear) and I'm keeping myself alive with an apple and some bread 'till I can get a proper sandwich on the GNER southbound train. spikeylady is writing her diary (and telling me off for reading over her shoulder while she's trying to write - I moved away) and bootpunk is reading the Grauniad.

Later: I am now on the train to London. The entire network around York is fucked due to a downed power line at Northhallerton. The train we've been put on is full to bursting: we are standing with our bags in between carriages with some even more unfortunate goths who got on a bus from Whitby at 1030 and waited at York for three hours. Bah!

I had a damn fine Whitby. In random order: ( Read more... )