With Xmas just around the corner, the Sock Mistress and I have decided to be our usual antisocial selves and go hide in the Lake District for a week. We’ll be shacked up in a little cottage, with the heating turned up high and the fridge groaning at the seams from all the food we’ll be stockpiling.
The journey across the country has been a pleasant one – first class rail as usual. Totally worth the extra money for the extra leg room and unlimited tea/biscuits. Plus, since it’s still an ordinary working day, the trains aren’t busy. The weather may be its usual fickle self, but it’s December – it’s not as if it was going to be hot and sunny.