Friday, August 05, 2005

Blyth


Padraig eventually got here. We got the 310 to Blyth and met up with Paul, another old mate from Libya. It felt a bit strange, sitting in a North East pub, (The Steam Boat: pricey) drinking Guinness, talking about our time out there, it all seems so unreal: the hours and days and weeks with no entertainment but a good book.

We missed the last 310 and instead got a bus to Newcastle and then, after a short refreshment break in the Percy Arms by the Haymarket, home by metro, where we ate beef in beer.

After he left for his B & B last night, Pad texted me to say he's staying another night. Hmm. Maybe we'll go to the beach.