Hexham

I should’ve checked match fixtures before catching the train to Hexham. (I tell myself this each time I get caught out this way.) I shan’t say “I survived” until after I get hold of a lateral flow test. Instead I shall view my misstep as an insight into the behaviour of ”les autres”. At least nobody objected to my having the window open or tried to sit next to me!

Hexham was dormant: a cheese stall under the covered market (so tempting), almost all cafés closed, grey and damp. Such a contrast to Carlisle, which I had left in brilliant (if icy) sunshine. A quick visit to the Abbey after lunch, and then a much quieter train back.