Coincidence is alive and well.
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 … Continue reading Coincidence is alive and well.