Gorse Fox has survived his trip to the wilderness reaches of the north. It was dark, extremely wet, but fruitful. He overheard a girl on her mobile phone, outside the hotel this morning: "Yes, it's me. I'm in Manchester and it's raining." In the GF's experience, that final clarification was superfluous.
Pretty good trip back. Could get used to those Pendolinos... all he need is them to run direct from Littlehampton to Worcester.
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