To the Airport

Son M has been over from Norway to attend a stag nIght  couple of days in Ambleside.  If by chance you ran the Ambleside Parkrun on Saturday and saw a young man running round in a white dress with a veil, that was the groom. See here.  Anyway, M had stayed with us for a few days earlier in the week and borrowed some clothes, so we met him at Windermere station today to say goodbye and collect the dirty washing.  We were amazed when he told us he could get the train from Windermere to Manchester Airport without changing. Surely it will be cancelled and we'll have to take him out to the mainline.  No, amazingly,  the train was on time and took him all the way to the airport.