I know that it is not-but I always think of this as St. Pancreas as in the anatomy and not as St. Pancras as in the church.
the weather was nice. The scenery was pretty. Lots of sheep. Plenty of cows. A few horses. The trip took 4.5 hours and the train was packed. Glad that I got my ticket last night.
So, all day it had been sunny, the instant that I stepped out of the station it starts to rain. Cold, driving rain. Nothing to do but dig out the umbrella and trudge off to the hotel.
My room has a nice view. The clientele is much younger than I am. That shouldn’t be surprising but it is.
While I was getting settled and having a nice cup of tea, the rain stopped so, I went for a little walk.
i didn’t find any bag piping, that was good. Nor did I find any studly guys in kilts. Most everyone had on parkas, puffy jackets etc. I may have to acquire another layer. At the very least I can wear my rash guard. I have new respect for anyone female or male who wears a skirt in Scotland!
More tomorrow, the goddess willing.