Prosecco

I’ve had a fairly manic week but the manic weekend belongs to L.

I hot foot it from Bingham to catch L doing the Beeston Parkrun before she heads off to Manchester to spend the day with Daughter. Tomorrow we’re both off to London.

She shares the train with a Prosecco swilling hen party, clearly starting early, and when she arrives in Manchester it is apparently freezing. It’s almost tropical here where I'm left with the boys, chucking balls, before heading to the match where Derby win at home for the first time this season.

We collect her from the train station later. This always has to be timed to perfection as free parking is restricted to 30 minutes. So ideally you need to arrive as late as possible before meeting the train so as not to burn off your allocated time too soon.

If you fail you have to come out of the car park and go back in, to get a fresh ticket and another 30 minutes. I’ve done that a few times and you see countless others doing the same. Perhaps just make it 45 minutes eh? Or even an hour? Because it would still only benefit those dropping off or picking up. If you’re actually catching a train to go somewhere you’ll easily take longer than that. 

(Saturday 3^rd October)

Darkness Envelopes Us

Now we can relax, a bit. It’s been manic getting organised to move to Manchester and we weren’t the ones going. I’ve barely thought about what kit and gear we need for this weekend.

If the dogs were suspicious at all the packing yesterday, they’re even more suspicious today as the car is loaded up once more. This time even the roof rack goes on and the bikes on top. After work, around 6pm, we finally hit the road to try and find Allerthorpe Lakeland Park. Which isn’t so easy trying to follow some rubbish directions from the AA’s website.

We arrive just before darkness totally envelopes us, somehow manage to construct our new tent and head off for a couple of glasses of red wine. Sadly the onsite beer tent only sells tinned beer. Yuk.

(Friday 5^th September)