They begin pulling you down today,
So many memories
Huddled against the bitter wind
Whistling through a concrete cave
Cold and unforgiving
Always dark, neon light flickering above,
Even in the height of summer.
A new adventure always awaited, as I climbed on to
The acrid diesel drenched deck
And found my way home.
I used the coach at Northampton for three years 1986 – 1989 when I was an undergraduate at Nene College. I would travel East back home to Norwich for the holidays or up North, to Bolton for the weekend, to visit my then boyfriend, who is now my husband.