Nobody guessed, or nobody knew. Or nobody cared (much more likely). It’s Berwick-Upon-Tweed, taken from a moving train on the East Coast Main Line.
It was never going to be my most-favourite year, but here’s the scores on the doors.
We can and should do both: but which is better?
No, not that sort. Actual baggage. Bags.
(You can tell it’s Sheffield because of the tram.)
For want of a letter, the meaning was lost…
Finally! A scientific reason why I’m always late.