I'd be running up that hill....

So today (a couple of days ago now), I did a threequarter day at work, and then ran home to get on a train. 

and this is where it found me. 

Glasgow to Carlisle was lovely. Teapots, and wine, and snacks.  

Carlisle to Leeds less so.  But what we lacked in Beveridges and Snakc, was more than compensated for by the beautiful countryside. 

It was like watching the credits to Emmerdale, over, and over, and over.