From Preston To Barrow-In-Furness
I took a morning train direct to Barrow-in-Furness.
It was certainly easier, than the journey one of C’s Liverpool University friends; Liz Cox, used to take between Barrow and Liverpool in the mid-sixties, where she had to change several times, from one terrible diesel multiple unit to another.
Barrow-in-Furness seemed to be a town with little to recommend it. I couldn’t find a decent cafe on my walk around the town and the only thing I saw of note was a marvellous cliché-free statue of Emlyn Hughes, who was born in the town.
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