Making it back to Manchester

C aught the ferry Thursday morning. Booked to leave at 8:30, it ended up departing at closer to 11am as the strong winds which were blowing small children into lakes (true story), flipping over 18 wheelers (true again) and causing London Bridge to once more fall down, had also caused all the ferry's cargo to tear loose and need tidying up. But the ferry ride was much more pleasent, lacking in distractions, but calm. Though when we arrived back at the mainland a sleet storm set in for all of 2 minutes leaving a 10cm layer of snow piled up against the gutters and me wondering what the walk to ton would be like. 

Bus from Morecombe to Preston and then one on to Manchester. Easy as pork pie. Then another local bus and i was back in Vicky's flat to surprise her with my presence as my final email hadn't been recieved and she'd assumed I'd cancelled and was coming the following day. Ah well. It all worked out. As always.