Well, the time has come for Jamie and I to say a final farewell and goodbye to the town called March. You read it right – March – as in the month. I agree with you 100%, we thought it was a weird name too.
I’ve now got to try and figure out what I will miss about March, and to be honest with you – nothing really springs to mind right now. Let me see, I should be saying my family, the caravan, the noisy night time goods trains. I think the only one that is true is my family.
We are headed north to Doncaster. Although it is only 90 miles away, it is a fair trek in England. I can hear you Americans say 90 miles is nothing. I hear you, after doing 2000 miles in a car, 90 miles is a breeze.
I’m gonna put a couple of pictures in here so you all can see what wonderful things we are leaving behind on our move to Doncaster.