Trainspotters

Train ride:  Leeds to London.

Hello Doncaster.

Of all the train stations I have visited.  Granted, Doncaster being the most frequent spanning my 23 years, I have only eve noticed train spotters in this humble town.

Honestly,  you would've thought that these people would have something better to do with their time?  Like go to work?  Or do some DIY?  Anyway, there wasn't just 2 or 3 of them, but an army of them.  All equipped with a fold out stool, a flask and a deer stalker hat.

Each to their own and everything, but I just find this strange.

Having said all this mind,  my Dad does own an LP purely compiled of different steam train noises, my Granddad was an engine driver and my boyfriend is in a train related band.  Maybe I should give into my destiny and join the troops at Doncaster station.

Goodbye Doncaster, I was only passing through... maybe sometime soon though.

The snow seems to have missed out a few places on its sweep across the country.  It hit Harold Street, that's for sure (See photo of icicles on my car).

I've had to ditch the leather coat, due to the last button finally falling off.  It was getting a bit drafty in there so I've had to resort to my 'Hi, I work in a bank' coat.

Much to my distress.