We set out from Postbridge bright and early. I missed it as soon as we dropped our car in Exeter.
We got on a rail trip from hell to York. Sunday meant all the Brits were coming back from weekend trips. The train was packed with people filling even the aisles and the spaces between the cars. We were lucky to even have a seat.
That packed train was hot the whole 5 hour trip from Bristol to York. We were so glad to get to our hotel. They lost our reservation and did a bunch of stupid things in a row not worth mentioning.
And the bloody bells started ringing across the river here at 7:30 and haven't stopped yet (its after 9). Yes. Continuous goddamn church bells. They aren't even playing a tune. Ahhhh... my kingdom for a sniper rifle.
--
No comments:
Post a Comment