Carlisle

Bit of an EB taken on the way out of Carlisle this evening.
My friend picked me up after work and we went up to have a drink at The Turf with another colleague who is jumping ship and retiring. He’s going to be a big miss ... one of those people where you always though ‘great, S is there’ ...and felt safe and solid.
I was completely flummoxed at the thought of having to dress reasonably presentably (mind you I usually am) and then being out and about in town too ... it all felt pretty strange.