Another stupid o clock start after packing to survive a week in the Frozen North. As usual my bag is groaning under the strain of my abuse of its capacity. Today's destination is Durham. First class, natch.

I'm no longer enamoured with First Class. The internets aren't as nippy since they opened them to the masses, the coffee-wallahs are insufficiently attentive, and worst of all, the biscuits are of a quite inferior standard these days.

The do in Durham is an excuse to meet people for a five course banquet. No reason. Much devouring was had by all.

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