Not Whitby

I drove Mrs S and Eve to Dunbar so they could get the train to Whitby for a weekend of Goths and Halloween japery.

Unfortunately by the time I’d stopped to grab the obligatory Bridge to Nowhere blip, they’d been told that not only were the seats they’d booked not on the train neither was that particular carriage. That news was followed up with the announcement that the connecting train was cancelled so they’d be on a bus from Middlesbrough to Whitby.

So, not the best start. But they got there eventually and met up with Kath for the weekend in the stunning wee cottage overlooking the harbour.

I’m now finishing off some work stuff and Ruby is making us dinner. She’s high on painkillers so I’d best go and make sure she doesn’t amputate a finger or something.