My solo journey of the heart and World
At breakfast the next morning, which was fabulous and huge with black pudding, haggis, fried egg, sausage, potatoes and toast, the host, Leslie, let me know that the library was just across from the pub I was at the night before and was called Lindsay Institute. I recalled walking by it and seeing books in the …
I got lucky on my train rides to Lanark in Scotland from Leeds. The journey originally had almost an hour wait in the Preston station for a transfer to a station just outside of Glasgow. But a delay in the train heading to Glasgow allowed me to catch it and continue on my journey without much delay. …