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The train ride from York to Man was a hoot. It was packed, standing room only, and the atmosphere was wonderful. A whole bunch of kids and their parents got on, heading to a rugby match in Manchester. Boisterous and loud but so well behaved and no swearing.
What boggles me is the number of people who drink on the trains, including the aforementioned parents. It was race day in York and the train yesterday and today were filled with well-defined professional types, drinking at 10.30 in the morning.
There were some, possibly, lawyer types (I wasn't eavesdropping, honestly) in lovely suits sitting near me. A blind chap was working his way down the aisle to the loos and one of them stood up, asked if he needed help and walked him through the carriages. And another chap walked him back.
Not the first time I've seen such kindness in t'North.
What boggles me is the number of people who drink on the trains, including the aforementioned parents. It was race day in York and the train yesterday and today were filled with well-defined professional types, drinking at 10.30 in the morning.
There were some, possibly, lawyer types (I wasn't eavesdropping, honestly) in lovely suits sitting near me. A blind chap was working his way down the aisle to the loos and one of them stood up, asked if he needed help and walked him through the carriages. And another chap walked him back.
Not the first time I've seen such kindness in t'North.