Outside the Lake District.
Yep....that's the tricky bit...….tsk!
I confess that this is the quadrant of England with which I least identify.
The music history is fantastic and the comedy ain't bad.
But all I have seen is Manchester, twice in the early 1980s, as (a) I spent the night on Lee Robinson's floor and the following afternoon in a nurses' refectory where we couldn't see any nurses behind their cigarette smoke and (b) I was at Old Trafford with Tony Waltham, the astonishing ultimate of a selling out, where I was lifted with exhilaration and apprehension into the air in the rush and pull of the Stretford End before somehow managing to find him again ahead of the suspension on my Mini dropping out as I drove up a verge on the M62.
Ludicrously, I'm contemplating one day trips. That is all I can do given ongoing circumstances. The North East will come first. But I may be in bursts of this in the coming months. I've got Chester and the waterfront at Liverpool on my list. Possibly Shrewsbury. And while this sounds a bit iffy, I'm again after the working class back to back terrace football experience that York in a posh way once gave me. I fancy the idea of Turf Moor being traditional and without overt "corporate-ness" but I feel that the area may not be as I expect to recognise it.
Is it, though, a lot of hassle on public transport for what in effect is a series of five minute "now I have seen it" picture postcards?
It's as upsetting to me that deep down I know Carla Lane will not be there in the reality as it is to think that any Northumberland trip won't be accompanied by Alan Hull.
Yep....that's the tricky bit...….tsk!
I confess that this is the quadrant of England with which I least identify.
The music history is fantastic and the comedy ain't bad.
But all I have seen is Manchester, twice in the early 1980s, as (a) I spent the night on Lee Robinson's floor and the following afternoon in a nurses' refectory where we couldn't see any nurses behind their cigarette smoke and (b) I was at Old Trafford with Tony Waltham, the astonishing ultimate of a selling out, where I was lifted with exhilaration and apprehension into the air in the rush and pull of the Stretford End before somehow managing to find him again ahead of the suspension on my Mini dropping out as I drove up a verge on the M62.
Ludicrously, I'm contemplating one day trips. That is all I can do given ongoing circumstances. The North East will come first. But I may be in bursts of this in the coming months. I've got Chester and the waterfront at Liverpool on my list. Possibly Shrewsbury. And while this sounds a bit iffy, I'm again after the working class back to back terrace football experience that York in a posh way once gave me. I fancy the idea of Turf Moor being traditional and without overt "corporate-ness" but I feel that the area may not be as I expect to recognise it.
Is it, though, a lot of hassle on public transport for what in effect is a series of five minute "now I have seen it" picture postcards?
It's as upsetting to me that deep down I know Carla Lane will not be there in the reality as it is to think that any Northumberland trip won't be accompanied by Alan Hull.
indeed to train links along the Preston > Barrow routes. Spectacular in almost any weather. 
Comment