The last morning of November, and I pull duty again on the 6:32 service to Manchester. The castle battlements at the bottom of Keighley Road look suitably dramatic in the moonlight (and streetlight).
The browns of autumn…. Only, there is no plant life in sight. The world is still browning up, though. (Or is it browning down.)
And back to the Lake District I go. But why on earth not — it’s a beautiful place, particularly on a lovely autumn morning like this one.