I was cleaning out my desk and I found an old travel journal I had kept during a trip to the UK and Ireland from a few years ago. This had been the first time I had returned to England after being expelled for working without a permit back in the late 80’s. (I have been back a few times more since) But I thought I would share the journal and some pictures with you all.
Well not sleeping much the last few nights finally caught up with me. I was out like a light. It was after 10 before I got up which would be like me getting up at noon on a non-travel day. I had decided to sleep on the idea of whether to go to Scotland or Ireland and woke up with a completely different purpose. I thought I would just take the day and just meander my way to either Manchester or Liverpool. They were both big enough cities I could figure out where I wanted to go and get a plane or bus onward. My Uncle Bill had to work so Lona showed me around Thetford a bit and then I headed to Nottingham.
I took the train from Thetford to Nottingham. The city had been in my imagination since I first heard of “Robin Hood”. The Sherwood Forest, the sheriff of Nottingham, Little John, Friar Tuck the whole gang. The city was such a surprise I loved Nottingham Castle and Market Square with it’s domed Council House
I ended up spending such a long time in Nottingham, I really got to Manchester pretty late. I was getting kind of tired. I got a room at the Holiday Inn right next to the Airport. There is a train depot next to it as well. I plan on getting to bed fairly early and figuring out what I’m going to do/go tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even leave it to a coin flip.
