And now I’m on the train homewards from Manchester to Glasgow; speeding past frozen landscapes in the north of England. I have had a lovely weekend with Davie and Chanel. We watched England playing in the World Cup quarter final against France on Saturday evening; unfortunately they lost but they played really well and nearly equalised several times. While watching the match we ate a delicious curry from Mrs A’s, Davie and Chanel treated me and also gave me the little cloth bag saying “Mrs A” that it came in!
On Sunday I had a girls’ lunch with Chanel and her Mum, Rick. We went to a restaurant in Warrington called The Botanist which had great food, and chatted all afternoon. And then this morning Davie and I met up for a winter walk in Manchester which was very pleasant, there were big slabs of ice floating on the canals and the air was freezing the inside of my nose. We visited a new project in Castlefield which is the oldest, Roman part of Manchester. It’s a disused railway track across a Victorian viaduct, which is being converted into an urban nature walkway, reminiscent of New York’s High Line, although currently much shorter. It’s still in the early stages of development but already very impressive, and could be extended further. On this chilly December morning we had it almost to ourselves and it was really attractive, with a wee visitor room and young enthusiastic National Trust staff.
David very caringly made sure that I was headed towards the correct train at Manchester Piccadilly station, and we said our farewells. There are delays on various trains due to the cold weather but so far my train is only running a few minutes late and should hopefully arrive in Glasgow around 6 p.m.*
* I did arrive on time and got straight on a low level train; James picked me up from the station and I was in the house just after 6.30 p.m. I felt as if I had ridden home on the crest of the wave of weather delays and train strikes!
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