“Where ya goin?” The van driver shouted above the noise of the engine.
He was leaning over from his seat, pushing the passenger door open with his outstretched hand. Standing on the pavement and with my heavy rucksack held over one shoulder I replied.
“Lake District!” The prospect of a lift added eagerness to my voice.
“Get in. But I’m only going to ‘arrogate’…” [Read more…]