Wednesday March 12th found us hurtling up the M1 to Bradford. Great to be back on the road again.
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Criss-crossing the Capital, west to east, north to south and back again by road and rail, clocking up the miles on this, our longest tour to date.
Basingstoke, nicknamed "Doughnut City" because of the number of large roundabouts, and often mistaken for a ‘new town’, is actually an old market town.
And so to the ‘local’ gigs. We’re making our own way until the trip back up north to Bradford on March 12th.
Pulling in to Birmingham I notice how much it has changed since I my college days of the early ’70’s.
We left Perth in early Spring sunshine, heading down the east coast, past Lindisfarne - the island, not the band.
Our day off in Perth dawned: beautiful, crisp and cold. It felt right.
...from a moment resting on the way
The beautiful Parr Hall on Palmyra Square, built for the people of Warrington by Joseph Parr and opened in 1898, was our home on Sunday night.
After breakfast, and a stroll into Warrington town centre with Nick and Terl, we all climb aboard the magic bus for the trip out to the seaside town of New Brighton.
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