Following yesterday’s post, one of my friends asked what time I had taken the picture of the train. Turns out that, despite living in London, they had travelled on the same train about an hour before I saw it. They went from Alston to Kirkhaugh and walked back. If I had set out to walk the dog about half an hour earlier, I would have bumped into them. So today, I went to Hexham for lunch.














The world is sometimes smaller than we think.
I do like the Rev. Leadbitter, a positively Dickensian monicker.
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