Twisted and bitter

After another morning of meetings I excused myself from lunch and headed for the train home. Strangely, although the journey involved three separate trains instead of the two on Tuesday, it was shorted by almost half an hour. Very odd things, trains.

At some point I saw the twisty spire and reasoned that we must be passing through Chesterfield. I thought that I'd blipped it before and I find that indeed I did. Still, this is perhaps a slightly clearer view of it, and it is an amazing sight.

When I got home, Mr H had not only prepared a delicious meal but had got in a few quality ales included the appropriately named Bitter and Twisted!