Finaly I wake up two hours into an early morning comute to Melton Mowbray for the action for market towns conference. Early morning comutes are always interesting confirming that I am an owl not a lark.
It was a 6.20 train at Mytholmroyd and a group of passengers all wearing black with brief cases, and scarves around their faces for the cold... corporate ninjas on the way to some city killing.
Now I am nearing Peterborough and the wraps are off and the morning sun is blazing and I am beginning to wonder how I got here!
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