Daisies

J gave me a lift in to York station and I got the train up to Newcastle where I was meeting some old OU hands for lunch. The latter was supplied by the catering students at Gateshead college - good in parts, but the toughest most rubbery piece of chicken it's ever been my misfortune to eat.

When I got back home we went out again to the Carriers to watch the fitba' on the telly. Hmm.

The daisies (marguerites?) caught my eye when the train stopped at Northallerton station - whereas from the opposite window there was still a fair bit of snow lying on the Pennines.