I assign
when days out go wrong.
So we wanted to go to Haworth but the car was encased in perma-frost. We decided to go to Hebden Bridge on the train instead. First of all, we got on the slow train to Leeds and almost died of tedium. Then we get to Hebden Bridge and decide to walk up to Heptonstall, abandoning this half way as it was like climbing Everest; on the way down we see that there were regular buses up there anyway, but have spent so long talking to a rather handsome ginger cat that it was now a little late. Then we go and have something to eat only to be entertained by a loud conversation at the next table going into intimate detail about everything her friends ever ate for every meal and the calorie content of said foods. I then enter a bookshop and hold a door open for an old lady who does nothing to thank me but pass wind loudly in my direction. We later attempt to get on a train which is jammed to the rafters with idiots and get tutted at as we get off this cattle truck and go instead for the quieter local train.
Still, we did make friends with a nice cat, and I got some nice books.
