Dismal

Had a dental check-up in the morning (didn't even need a scrape and polish - result!) and then had to catch a train at Waverley - given the ongoing traffic gridlocks I didn't think it was worth going home in between. Spent a very happy half-an-hour wandering around Toppings then got the train to Manchester. Well, to Preston, followed by a perishing cold stopping train to the airport station. Found hotel and later joined a few chums for a really nice meal in the Church Inn in Mobberley.

The only photo I took seems to have been of the State Hospital at Carstairs - dear me, what a gloomy scene. Makes I prostrate with dismal, as Bob Copper used to say.