Workington

I was early for a meeting so called by the Harbour on my way from Aspatria to Workington and just happened to catch the start of the Klingon invasion.

It was dispiriting to see the masses of detritus and rubbish left by the travellers who have set up on the car park.

Meeting up with our little sub-cohort of five reinforced one of the benefits of having being able to move following the Cumbria split (leaving behind my cohort of one!). It’s salutary how quickly the south now feels cut off both physically and psychologically.