You may remember that on arrival in London my suitcase had suffered a bung wheel making trekking to my accommodation rather difficult.
So I set off to acquire a new bag. Fortunately I was not staying far from the London Luggage Company where, for the price of a kidney, I acquired an almost identical replacement.
What to do with my old one? It was suggested I give it to a homeless person so not being able to find one in daylight, I left it adjacent to what appeared to be a nocturnal abode (ignore the fresh poo 💩 next to my old suitcase.). You could probably squash all that bedding into the bag.
It was time to farewell London, and leave Cartwright Gardens.
A departed from St Pancras Station for Leicester.
English trains do not accommodate luggage very well.
But they did provide coffee and snack.
A lovely welcome from my dear friend Jenny on arrival in Leicester Firstly we had a drink in Wygston’s House,
then past the Guildhall
to evening prayer in Leicester Cathedral, which you may recall from an earlier post, contains the grave of King Richard III.
Then a delightful dinner at Italian restaurant, Ocgi.
My digs that evening were at the Premier Inn. Quite sufficient after a great catch-up.
Father M 