We hopped a train to Birmingham and changed for the Leeds train which was absolutely jammed, so we spent the ride in the doorway area sitting on our bags with a guy from Sheffield, and two Uni girls on their way to Leeds Festival. We could tell just by the wellies.
We made it to Leeds and headed to the Computer shop so that I could make sure my laptop wasn’t fried from the power surge it’d had at Grampi’s. Luckily it was going to be okay with a new part. We got back to the train station to go to Harrogate, but somehow I managed to put us on the wrong train, yay me! I am a genius sometimes.
We eventually made it to Harrogate and checked in, saw my Chrissy, bless him. We went for a wander around town so I could show my boy around, and had some dinner.
It felt strange being there, I must admit. The last time I was in Harrogate I was getting on a train to Glasgow after packing up all my stuff. I was leaving to go home because things had just…melted. It was one of the saddest times in my life so far, and being back there was a strange and uncomfortable feeling. I really wanted to get out of there. It’s such a nice town, but it holds too many memories for me, too many things I don’t like to think about.
We went back to the hotel and hung out in the bar with Dougie for a while then fell into a lovely sleep.