A sleep in as our train wasn’t leaving until late
morning.
Bags pretty much packed and breakfast taken we dragged
out ourselves and said bags up the hill to the Royal Mile, up the Royal Mile to
Drummond Street, which is DOWN. Could almost ride our bags down to the station.
A coffee on the way, served by an Australian from Melbourne, and then on to the
station
A 40 minute wait to board the London Euston train via
Carlisle.
A quick journey and we duly get off at Carlisle, a quaint
station with some nice murals and an impressive old glass ceiling.
| Carlisle Station |
Then the rattler to St Bees, stopping at most stations
along the way. A scramble to get put at St Bees almost led us to forgetting ur
small day to day back packs that held all the important stuff like passports,
money etc.
Don’t know why it was a scramble as the guard was just at
the door and we really had plenty of time.
Up Main Street, St Bees to the Manor Hotel and our
accommodation, upstairs of course, in a twin room!! Had been booked for a
double but somehow there wasn’t one! My documents supported the case, Too bad.
A beer and a wander around town (took all of 10 minutes)
and we are back, resting for tomorrow and contemplating yet another pub meal.
Even though we are in UK now they even have haggis on the menu! For heaven’s
sake.
Jo is not pleased, she is not enjoying the food!! Yet enjoys the steak pie.
Another pub meal-lasagne.
St Bees has literary associations:
ReplyDeleteThere was a young man from St Bees
Who was bit on the neck by a wasp
When asked does it hurt?
He replied 'not a bit
I'm thankful it wasn't a hornet.
(W S Gilbert)