Well. That wasn’t planned.
What was meant to be a day of admin, a day of rest and a day very much in Ashbourne was spent…?
In Birmingham.
Yep. I might have have sort of possibly maybe definitely did miss the last train home, partially due to incompetence but mainly because people are fascinating: I can’t resist learning and listening to tales and stories. Magical things happen in Wetherspoons.
Anyway, one Ibis Budget Hotel later and we’re all fine. I continued to explore the tracks and paths of Brumshire, I took my first mega mirror selfie of the year, had my first Shuttle of 26 and then (finally) made it back to Ashbourne.
Phew.
