Doncaster; Friday, 04 November, 2016

I had a meeting booked with a customer in Doncaster for Monday, so rather than come up on the Sunday evening I’d come up on the Friday afternoon to have a weekend in the area.

A smooth journey across London and onto Kings Cross where I managed to get to the train and my luggage stowed before the vast numbers of my fellow passengers arrived. I knew Friday afternoon trains could be busy, but I wasn’t expecting every single seat in the whole train to be reserved and for all of those to be taken.

I was quite glad work had reserved me a seat, even if my window seat was almost completely made up of support pillar rather than actual glass.

The journey up to Doncaster was uneventful and it was just a short walk from the station round to the hotel where I checked in a did another couple of hours of work before heading down to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

I’d stayed at the same hotel earlier in the year for work, so knew in advance I wanted one of their Yorkshire burgers – burger, bacon and Wensleydale cheese sandwiched between two Yorkshire puddings. When I’d stayed here before I was defeated by it, this time I’d only had a very light lunch and by the time I made it down to dinner I was hungry enough to devour the entire thing. I still had a bit of space left for a small desert so I asked for the Cheese plate, assuming it would be a couple of pieces of cheese – it turned out to be most of a cows output for one year, so by the time I finished dinner I was stuffed and had to gently waddle back to my room to watch a bit of telly before turning in for the night.