The glory of a misty English morning – some beautiful photos and memories from Sue …
We were up and away early, very early, Friday morning. It was tempting to look at some of the historical treasures of Worcester, but we really didn’t have time to get stuck in a busy city centre on a Friday, especially when we were due in the north that afternoon. We hit the road before breakfast instead, and our reward was a beautiful, misty dawn.
We had only to glance at the map to realise that the one thing that stood between us and the north was Birmingham; a big, big place. Not a place you want to hit in rush hour, when even the motorways come to a standstill. And rush ‘hour’ is a misnomer there. It lasts for ages. We could, of course, go round the long way… which seemed to me to be infinitely preferable.
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