Oh, and the compulsory fleeting look at the Art Gallery, the dullest outside Cambridge. (joking, joking, though there does seem to be more cafe than exhibit space).
“The artist wishes it to be known that shoes should be removed for this piece” said the gallery attendant.
Time for home and Mrs RM asking “Where did you say you were going ?”.
I walk too fast. 11 minutes before the train goes, and they’re always late, aren’t they ?, so call it 13.
Enough time for…
Look what I wrote in 2018 about a return visit being overdue here;
It’s more basis than I expected, and hence more pubby.
A real mix at the bar, the sign of a good station pub.
A very good afternoon, made even better on the train home when, as with the rest of the UK, I received the results of my 2021 Spotify audit by the Pudding;