Nostalgia on the train!

My day trip to London was hectic, noisy, interesting and exhausting but for once, it was the journey home that captivated me . The train was busy and I found myself sitting at a table with 2 other ladies. After we’d dozed our way to Crewe, we struck up a conversation that revealed they lived in my home town, with children who attend my former Primary school and go Brownies in the same Girl Guide hut I frequented 45 years ago. The journey to Preston passed quickly and by the time we arrived, unusually, I felt quite nostalgic for Poulton-le- Fylde!