Geordies were horrified at the cost of the huge sculpture, The Angel of the North, but then there were all the car crashes as people slowed and stopped to gaze at it. They now embrace it and I consider the work by renown artist Anthony Gormley a brilliant piece of public art. We visited it last time, so this was just a snap from the train as we left. Note the colour of the sky, as we were leaving.
Rough trade at Northallerton as we passed by.
We had to change trains at York. York has the National Railway Museum. R asked, do you want to see it? There was no time although I could have planned to see it. Always leave yourself wanting.
We stepped out of Manchester Airport train station and saw our hotel a short distance away. The station is at the far end of the path. We could not get across the road and couldn't see any way to get to our ever so close hotel, remembering we were pulling heavy cases along. We backtracked to the station and asked staff. Staff directed us to a phone to be picked up by a courtesy bus. What a pity that information wasn't supplied when we booked. We did not have to wait long for the bus.
From our hotel, we had a wonderful view of the Manchester airport station. We were really hungry because unlike the East Coast Train, the Trans Penine Express did give us anything to eat or drink. So that is Trans Penine Express first class? We just wanted a sandwich, but the prices at the hotel for lunch or snacks was quite high. We found a well worn path across the road, where there was a dirt track under a flyover bridge to a petrol station that had food. Aren't we all class? The hotel was very nice but no cooling. We were quite warm during the night.
As I may have mentioned, our friends arrived into Manchester the day before and were collected by a friend who took them to his village pub, in Wales............just an hour away. They returned that evening and we had fine, albeit quite expensive, meal at the hotel and caught up on their news. It was nice.
As soon as I heard the word aqueduct, I wondered. Could it be the the same as the one of a You Tube video I once showed you and at least one of you said it looked scary? It was. They stayed in a pub with almost a view of the aqueduct. That would be the Pontcysylite Aqueduct in the town of Llangollen. Don't ask me how these places are pronounced. Ask John.
Manchester, a pause at Munich, and a longer pause at Singapore. Please, I just want to be home. Singapore had some
Singapore's Changi Airport is huge and driverless trains ferry people from terminal to terminal.
Cases full of dirty clothes.
Along with presents to be given, in our electronic age there was much paper work and brochures and maps. I am writing this on the 8th of July and finally I have gone through it and it is bagged and ready to be put away, into a large travel box that no one will take any interest in as they go through my life in paper form once I am dead.
Remaining Pounds, Euros and Forint were converted to AU$88. I had to tell the lass where the Forint, HUF, came from.
Bless the welcome home from Little Jo.
And the fresh flowers of no great merit but it was a lovely gesture.