Stayed in Hebden Bridge last night. Saw a few chums by accident, others by design, sitting by the fire in the Fox & Goose. I'm driving down to Coventry to see son, Chas. It’s wet and windy, which makes motorway driving miserable. I'm sitting in the motorway services, with a mug of tea; it's like the departure lounge of some tiny airport...
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