A certain amount of confusion at Reading Station but soon I am cosily settled on Cross Country's answer to Easy Jet.
I
arrive at Sheffield Station and take a break in the sun. It's so much
more tasteful than the dismal, grimy place I frequented as a student.
My patience is challenged when I am thrown off the direct train to
Gatley because it's 'cancelled', then run for a Manchester train with a whole army of others in the
heat and then get refused entry to same because it's 'full'. Twenty minutes
later I am crossing the Pennines. Arriving Manchester, I see my
connection pulling out. I like stations so I'm happy to spend half an
hour investigating what has changed and what hasn't at Piccadilly.
A hot walk along the A34 and here I am. Soon to be refreshed by beer and chips. More tomorrow!
Don't ask why I arrived in Greater Manchester via Sheffield!
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