We took the train up to Sheffield to visit my aunt.
It was a Sunday, so the train stopped at every little town (definition: pub and church).
Fortunately, there were sandwiches to fortify us on the 3-hour ride. Way better than the food provided on the transatlantic plane, I might add.
(Rocket = arugula).
Saturday, July 27, 2013
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