Flying home into the peak of Storm Darragh – landing in 50 mile an hour winds not as tricky as getting the train home to Stoke!
Flying home into the peak of Storm Darragh – landing in 50 mile an hour winds not as tricky as getting the train home to Stoke!
I’m standing on the doorstep. I’ve been procrastinating for at least 15 minutes. I’ve changed my shoes and coat twice. The rain is getting heavier, no sign of any improvement. I’m hesitating.
On a rainy Sunday in Leicester, I went into outer space.