Walked through Peace Gardens to say farewell to Sheffield: fear not, I will yet grace your shining streets. Received a true sampling of the joys of our Great British railway. Numerous delays all combined, meaning I had the time to listen to three full albums, a previously unimaginable feat. Who is Mika, the reincarnation of David Bowie and Freddie Mercury? Sounds like Les Miserables set to a pop candy land soundtrack.
After enduring a classic Morecambe bus journey, and restraining myself from engaging in fisticuffs with some loud teenagers, I reached home, and the comfort of soup and scones. Went on a walk to Heysham Head to reset my spiritual compass. This was hardly the pilgrimage I’d hoped for, as the grass was being cut. Sat on a bench in the graveyard and fell asleep. When I awoke, the lawnmowers were nowhere to be seen, but the perpetual youth still remained.
Long discussions after tea about various forms of the body of Christ. I’d had enough of music, so decided to read the bible, but lay for too long in a darkened room reflecting, and now feel sleepy.