So this photo popped up in my memory box today. I haven't thought about this for a while. When I used to go up to spend weekends with Dad and Mum I travelled by train mostly. And on Sunday afternoon I had an hour to pass between trains. The railway hotel was perfect for a cup of tea and a little something to eat.
Maybe I could have a weekend up and revisit the routine, and remember.....
But I'm glad I was able to do what I did, at the right time. Now life is different and the memories very precious.
Three good things
1. A very quiet Sunday - gentle walk up to church, chat with friends, and catching up afterwards.
2. Lovely Mediterranean fish dish for our meal.
3. Still light at 6.00pm.
