Well, we’re now back in Blackburn. We’d have returned later, but there’s work on the line tonight and, if we’d not caught this train, we’d have had a replacement bus service – two hours later.
Anyway, I now have a bottle if Tucher. In Blackburn.
I may never be critical of Preston again.
My second in command isn’t impressed with Blackburn. We decided to stay over when picking up eBay purchases.
The hotel’s pretty nice, so all was positive when we embarked on a search fo decent beer and food.
So, an hour later, we arrived at the station, looking for a sensible return destination. Which turned out to be Preston. Yes, Preston.
I’ve never been here for non-work purposes; well, not until today. My second in command was quite taken by the place. I hadn’t expected that.
