Signs you’re English part 94: talking about the weather
In which we know it’s winter
Whenever you drive into Wooldale, there are big signs at the start of the road:
A homage to loading screens.
In which we know it’s winter
Whenever you drive into Wooldale, there are big signs at the start of the road:
In which we remember a social event
This one is from back in April. I’m sat in the back of a car, with some people I don’t really know that well, travelling off to somewhere I’ve never been before. I didn’t really know where we were going, either. I mean, I knew what it was – a Social Club – what it was called, and vaguely where it was, but not exactly where. I’ve always been closely attached to maps, and not knowing where I was going made me feel a little disconnected and wary.
In which we try to escape from the yokels
Off on another kissogram-escorting job last weekend. We had a booking in Marthwaite Hill, a little village overlooking Wooldale.