altariel | Peterborough - better than you think

mraltariel, I was surprised to find that contrary to the impression given by, well, the railway station chiefly, Peterborough is not 'orrible after all. Quite the reverse, in fact. The cathedral is particularly beautiful, although - as seems to happen to me a lot - the unique Gothic west front was covered in scaffolding. Everywhere I go, a scaffolding company seems to be a fortnight ahead (the Brandenburg Gate was a particular blow). Just as we were getting tired of wandering around, and were glumly thinking about resorting to the museum, a market researcher offered shelter from the rain, a cup of tea, and a means of killing twenty minutes.

We were in Peterborough to sort out Mr A's passport, after the tumble dryer's wicked assault on it last week. The agency which deals them out is apparently now called the Identity and Passport Service. Identity Service? What's all that about? "Ooh, I must take my identity in for a service..." Also, the Union Flag seemed to be flying everywhere. I thought this might be because we were in UKIP country, but apparently government buildings can fly them at their discretion. Have they always been doing this and I just haven't noticed?

It was a good day to be out in the fens, because it kept switching between bright sunshine and sudden showers. On the train back home, between Manea and March, you could look out and watch the heavy dark clouds hanging over a silvered bit of clear sky, which suddenly merged into a haze of grey across where the rain was falling.

All day I had a shocking ~~pain in my diodes~~ sharp pain stretching from my right eye down through my jaw and to my neck, which generously brought with it sudden waves of nausea. It's still hanging around today, though it's not quite as bad. Is there something going round?

Oh, and Peterborough railway station did me a brilliant bacon buttie while we were waiting for the train home, so I shouldn't scoff at it either.