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A window in Castleford Surprisingly, until today, I had never before in my life been to Castleford. It is a hardworking Yorkshire town south east of Leeds with a population of some 45,000. It is famous for rugby league - being the home of Castleford Tigers but once it was also famous for coal mining. Most of the nearby collieries went the way of many others in the 1980's but Kellingley hung on till 2016 - still feeding the big power station at Ferrybridge. I rode up there by train once again on another sparkling spring day. My aim was not to mooch about the town itself but to strike out into the countryside north of Castleford. I was wishing I had caught the 10.02 train instead of the 11.02 in order  to give myself more time. At times I was marching like a soldier just to keep up a good pace.  In Ledsham - showing All Saints Church Only when I reached the charming village of Ledsham did I allow myself five minutes on a churchyard bench - drinking from my flask of water...

  Dear Diary,  Nu has just rung. Her fractured wrist is worse than it originally looked which is a pisser.. We talked and laughed as we always do but I could tell she had something else to talk about. She told me that she had heard that the Prof was getting married again. Strangely, and from nowhere, I had already felt that this was on the cards  But I suddenly couldn’t speak and felt as though I had been punched in the face. I hung up and burst into tears. It’s a lovely spring day again, and I’d planned to see a Danish Romantic comedy at the Storyhouse.  I think I’ll take a miss on that one now. The girls have found rabbit smells in the garden and are frantically following trails I think I will do some shopping later, I need a new lamp for the living room Hey ho from Going Gently https://ift.tt/TZbmWyR