Lets see what I remember:
Nice visit with a local woman on the bus to Hudderfield. Down hill to the station is practically fun. They don’t call them cough drops here. Or at least that man didn’t. The woman at the station cafe sounded just like Yvonne on the UK Shameless.
Then to Manchester: there I got to sit in my cart for a while until the man could ride me to my train. So I get put on the train. And on the way to Scotland really just North of Manchester, I felt an internal shift. Now it doesn’t look like a picturesque Pennsylvania anymore. The hills are getting more monolithiky. Frankly my excellent sense of direction hasn’t been the same since.
Then into Glasgow Central! Problem with this getting carted around bit is I didn’t get to get oriented to where I was or get a map. Probably could have asked him to stop. So to the cab then to Strathbungo. and my new digs for a few days. Really Sweet.
Teri’s quite personable and interesting as was the last host. This apartment is bigger than it looks where that last one was smaller but they’re both good. My room is pretty and there’s two cute cats and a two year old pressing his nose against the window.( Only for a short time)
So that evening I take a walk and get find the locavore grocery with really good sausage and oatmeal and seaweed oatcakes which were actually quite good. I must say I have done a good job of getting the few groceries I need for a few days.