For lunch I walked two miles into Galgate, a nearby village that is usually overrun by students during the regular school year, and believe it or not the Green Dragon Pub is still there! Many a student has patronized the place and I’ve had more than a few ales there myself and thrown a few darts at the board. Finding it was the highlight of the visit so far but lo and behold, it’s a bed and breakfast now so I found another pub and ate there.
I caught a bus into Lancaster and didn’t remember one single landmark in the city. Granted we spent most of our time on campus or traveling around on the motorcycle, but I didn’t see anything that looked familiar. Caught another bus into Morecambe and they’ve torn up the promenade along the ocean and rebuilt it as an amusement park. Many of the old, old flats and row houses have been torn down but I did find the first place we lived for three months when we first arrived there.
Caught busses back to Lancaster and the university and went to my room. Around 10:00 I decided to take one last walk around the campus and Alexandra Square but it started raining and I was starting to get depressed so I shut it down and went to bed for the night. Not exactly what I was expecting…..
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Going back can be hard.
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