Then on to Wigan, well I moaned about Ashton, Wigan takes the biscuit. What a horror story, after 30 mins driving around in circles through roads not on the map, road works without end, turnings and car parks blanked off, signage which no longer applied - I gave up and came home. The operation scar is becoming less noticeable as each day goes by, no pain whatever, anyway it was parking and finding stuff that was the pain today.
Tomorrow its the Polio Fellowship branch annual dinner on the Wirral and tonight our first meal out with Mandy's cousin Trish and Derek. A long time in the coming. Friday I'm hoping to film at Newark, trucks, sugar beet campaign time. Then Saturday we are going down to Kirkby to meet up with the lovely folk at the NWVRT which is now benefiting from PMP sponsorship.