Bloody hell, I've done a lot of travelling recently. It says it all in the title really. The worst journey was the 6 hour one coming back from the outskirts of Cambridge (damn you, number 10 bus) where the hungover Scouse woman next to me on the Virgin train looked like she was going to chunder any moment. She didn't, thank god. I didn't really fancy rolling into Stockport covered in someone else's vomit, cheers.
Not that I really mind all this travelling. I like going places and it makes it feel like I'm at least doing something with this loooooonnnnnnnnnggggggg summer. It also helps that the weather's been surprisingly good. Well, everywhere else I've been in the past few weeks away from Manchester it has been, apart from the past few days. Pretty much sums up Manc weather to be honest.
Anyhow moving on from a very Grandparent-like comment...
Cambridge!!
I love Cambridge. It's full of pretty buildings and a pretty river, without being too 'look at us'. You know what I'm trying to get at.Ok, so it's an expensive city, but you can tell that people have at least a little bit of common sense (see my first post). And it's very small, perfect for lazy sods like me. Although on one of the many walks in, there's a field full of cows, which I wasn't expecting. I mean, cows near a city centre? Moooo (bad pun, sorry). Whilst I was in Cambridge, I had my first ever game of golf. All in all, it could have gone better. And by that, I mean it took me at least 4 shots to do what Alex and his dad could do in 1. I'm amazed I finished with 60 to be honest. I was expecting 63 (the max score). Practice makes perfect... riiiight....
A few days later, I went to what must be the complete opposite to Cambridge: Merseyside. Or Scouseland, as I prefer to call it. It just seems more fitting. Anyone who's been there will know what I mean. More specifically, Formby. And even more specifically than that: Formby Point (the beach for anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about). It was classic Northern fashion; go to the beach as soon as the mercury hits above -10 and there's more than 1 hour of sunlight. I'm exaggerating of course. More like 2 hours of sunlight! Ahh the joys of livin' up North! I'm surprised it was as quiet as it was to be honest! I guess it was a Friday, so it shows people at least are still keeping their jobs! Ish. What got me was the people who came down the sanddune between the carpark and the beach and then just plonked themselves down at the bottom of the slope! I mean, seriously, walk up the beach for 2 minutes and it's a lot more pleasant. Talk about lazy...
Tomorrow, I venture back to Norwich for a little bit!! I'm so excited, and I don't even know why. There's nothing particularly exciting about what I'm doing there, except maybe surprising people at volunteering then a drink (or several) at Playhouse. I've only been gone from it a month and I've missed it. Weird what moving away does to you.
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