“Ay up me duck”, the bus driver said and I parted with £2.70 for a 20min journey on a hot and sticky bus which has a constant high pitched wailing noise emanating from the driver’s cabin. Changed at the new bus station and spent the trip to Chesterfield listening to a screaming baby. It’s hot and my sense of humour is failing. Walk past the crooked spire of Chesterfield to the rail station….local legend has it that it will right itself when a virgin bride next walks down the aisle…..
Took the Trans-Pennine train which trundles through the green and pleasant countryside to Manchester airport. The delights of an airport hotel beckon.
