A Trombonist's Adventures in Yorkshire
Thursday 29th March 2018
Looking out from my desk across the Thames towards the Tate Modern, London was shrouded in a curtain of grey rain. All day it had been lashing down and, as I prepared to leave the office, it seemed to be falling heavier than ever. With no hint of a break in the weather front, there was no choice but to head out in it. So, wrapping up in my coat, and collecting my bags, I headed downstairs and out into cold, wet evening. Joining the never-ending lines of people making their way to the station, I headed down the road, taking care to avoid the puddles before, cutting across to my left and up onto the covered walkway, which forms the shortcut to Blackfriars station. Drenched, even from just a short while in the elements I made my way across the concourse, and boarded the first train going north to St Pancras International. The weather was no better when we arrived, and was making life tricky crossing the road between St Pancras and Kings Cross, with pedestrians ducking for cover from traffic sending waves of rainwater onto the pavement. Avoiding these hazards and dashing across the road as quickly as possible, I was soon sitting in the First Class lounge waiting for the 16:33 service to Leeds. With just enough time for a cup of tea and a change into dry footwear I was still soaking wet as I made my way down onto the platform and took my seat. The journey was a smooth one, and as we headed further north, I had a vague hope that we might be leaving the damp, grey of the capital behind us. As I exited Wakefield Westgate station though my hopes were dashed and I found that, my Dad and Sister Sophie were still sitting in the car to avoid the rain, which was torrential. In spite of the weather we were not heading straight to the hotel, we would be spending our evening at the Belle Vue ground watching Wakefield Trinity vs Castleford Tigers.
The traffic out of the town centre was heavy, a combination of rush hour, weather and match traffic but as we parked up in a side street and joined the fans of both sides heading towards the ground, the rain had finally stopped. I have never been to Belle Vue, and it is difficult to be complimentary about the facilities so I will say only that I am not surprised the club are looking to build a new stadium. I was also glad the rain had stopped, as three quarters of the away terrace did not have a roof. Despite this, the atmosphere was building and both sets of fans were looking forward to two strong teams facing off in a local derby. The terracing in the away stand was very shallow, and there was not a particularly ‘good’ place to stand, so we made our way to the front, at pitch level and right next to the dugouts and the Castleford interchanges.
The team line-ups were as follows:
Trueman
(Full Back)
Clare Minikin
(Winger) (Winger)
Shenton (C) Webster
(Centre) (Centre)
Roberts
(Stand Off)
Gale
(Scrum Half)
Milner
(Loose Forward)
Holmes McMeeken
(Second Row) (Second Row)
Cook McShane Millington
(Prop) (Hooker) (Prop)
Interchange: Ellis, Foster, Moors,
Springer
Wakefield Trinity:
Grix, Jones-Bishop, Lyne, Tupou, Johnstone, Miller, Finn, England, Randell, Huby, Horro, Ashurst, Arona,
Interchange: Wood, Fifita, Hirst, Pauli
Castleford kicked the game off attacking the large home terrace to our left. The first half was fairly even with Anthony England of Wakefield knocking on in the act of scoring, before Mike McMeeken crossed the line to put Castleford in front with Luke Gale adding the conversion making it 0-6 to The Tigers. Wakefield were attacking the end to our right, but we were struggling to see what was happening due to our low vantage point and the Castleford interchanges warming up in front of us, so we were relying on the big screen. Twenty minutes into the game, the wind picked up and the rain desc
ended again, harder than ever. The change in conditions had an effect on the game, with ball retention becoming key. The game was incredibly close and Castleford thought they had added a second try, but James Clare had his foot in touch and it was chalked off by the video referee. As the half time hooter went, Luke Gale landed a drop goal to make the half time score 0-7 to Castleford.
Slightly late, presumably because of the adverts on Sky, the second half kicked off with Castleford receiving the ball and attacking the block of flats that is the away end. The weather conditions continued to deteriorate with the rain falling heavier and heavier and the wind swirling round the ground, giving neither team much of an advantage. Castleford retained possession well, and attacked frequently without adding to their tally of tries. Wakefield spent much of the half defending, but when they attacked, they did so with power and pace creating a riveting game. The rain was still pouring down and making it hard to see what was happening when the play moved to the far side of the pitch. Sophie and I, who had now realised that we were stood next to Angela Powers, the touchline reporter for Sky, were watching highlights on her portable TV as well as trying to be heard over her microphone during her ‘touchline reports’. Yet because of this and the enthralling game playing out in front of us, we did not realise that the island we had been standing on had disappeared and the water was getting deeper and deeper. Unaware of the impending danger of soggy feet, we watched as Liam Finn hooked an opportunistic kick over the Castleford defence and Ben Jones-Bishop finished making the score 6-7.
With Wakefield in the ascendency, Castleford needed something to go their way and it came in the form of Trinity’s indiscipline in defence. Luke Gale duly slotted two penalties and the game finished 6-11 to Castleford, the low score belying an exciting game of Rugby League. Our only complaint had been the human ‘wall’ that had at times impeded our view. I had never
really appreciated just how big some of the players are until David Fifita and Pauli Pauli had come to warm up in front of us and blocked out the pitch. That said, as we made our way out of the ground, the rain still pouring down and the programme in my pocket reduced to pulp, we knew we had seen a lot more than those watching the match on Sky. Our sister Amy watching at home, had sent us a picture of her view, which showed ghostly figures in muddy kits, playing rugby behind a grey shroud. I am of the belief that, if I leave a sporting match with no voice then it has been a good one. As I whispered hoarsely to Dad and Sophie on the way to our hotel, I knew that it had been a good night.
As the rugby reached half time, we
made our way into the ground to find ours seats which were somewhere near the
top of the East Stand, the largest cantilever stand in Europe. As a result,
there were many stairs to walk up but eventually, several hours and a phone
call for permission from air traffic control later, we were in our seats and
ready for kick off. The lengthy climb was well worth it though as, because we
were so high up, we had an excellent view of the pitch. 3pm arrived, and the
teams came out to the traditional resounding chorus of Marching on Together
from the sell-out crowd, eager to see Leeds break their bad run of form. Leeds
were playing a 4-4-2 formation and lined up as follows:
Rather surprisingly, the second
half started in the same vein as the first, with Leeds fast out of the blocks
and quickly doubling their lead with Pablo Hernandez firing home in the 50th
minute following up the loose ball after Ben Alnwick had made a good save to
prevent Ezgjan Alioski from scoring. Once again thought the excitement was
short lived. Three minutes later, Leeds conceded a free kick on the corner of
their penalty area and Adam Le Fondre powered in an unstoppable header from the whipped cross. Once again, though, the
game petered out into a dull game of keep ball, the only excitement caused by
Leeds missing two ‘one on one’ chances with the Bolton goalkeeper. As the referee brought a halt to proceedings
for full time, there was a certain sense of relief around Elland Road; relief
that Leeds had managed to hold on to win 2-1, but relief also that a rather
dull game of football had finished.
Saturday 31st March
Once again, the morning dawned cold
and wet. Undeterred, we made our way out and, after picking up some food for
brunch, we piled into the car and made our way to Nostell Priory, a National
Trust Property just outside Wakefield.
Nostell is an 18th Century house built on the grounds of a
medieval priory that holds a large collection of art and Chippendale furniture
and built by a family with connections to Sir Thomas More. As we arrived, the
temperature had plummeted and the rain fell icily on our faces. Making our way
into the property, we decided that the best way to warm up would be to have a
walk around the extensive grounds. Despite the recent cold weather, and heavy
snow, there was definitely a feeling of spring in the air, with new flowers just
beginning to poke through. The grounds surround a large lake, with a lakeside
path moving away through wooded areas and into open spaces of grass and flowerbeds.
As someone who enjoys taking photographs, I could have happily spent the day in
the grounds snapping away, but the weather was worsening and we took the
decision to head indoors. 
Having explored the house, we
walked back across to the entrance hall, removed our shoe covers (which has
harder than it looked!) and walked back to the coffee shop. Mercifully, it was
much quieter and we were able to get a seat and have a coffee and a cake to
warm up. Sometime later, refreshed and warm we made our way back outside.
Although it had stopped raining, it was still very cold, so we decided to head
back to the hotel.
Sunday following the pattern of the previous days, dawned grey and damp. The haze clung to the car as we drove to Castleford to be at the Easter Sunday service at Castleford Salvation Army, Dad’s home Corps. The meeting was excellent and engaging, with the officer speaking about the different boxes in our life, what we keep in them and how we need to open them to let Jesus in, with a demonstration of opening a box out to form the shape of the cross. After the meeting, Dad started to catch up with his old friends and acquaintances and we were there for a long time, as seemingly everybody wanted to speak with him. Eventually, Dad had spoken to seemingly the entire Corps, and we drove up to the XScape complex to meet one of his friends from the Corps, Dave Hall. While Mum went shopping, the four of us (Dave, Dad, Sophie and I) looked in the Castleford Tigers shop and played crazy golf before we met with mum to have dinner. Following dinner, we moved down to the ski slope to have a coffee and watch people skiing. We stayed there for some time, relaxing and listening to Dad and Dave reminiscing about their youth before eventually, we went our separate ways. Before returning to the Travelodge, Dad took us for a drive around various parts of the town, seeing the houses he had lived in, his old schools and then we stopped in Queens Park where Dad and I walked to the top of the hill and looked out over the town and surrounding area. Having spent some time getting my bearings, we walked back down to the car and went for a drive around the nearby villages of Kippax, Allerton Bywater, Ledsham, Ledston and Fairburn before driving past the Ferrybridge powerstation and back to Wooley Edge. Here, I watched the last episode in the current series of Top Gear while Mum, Dad and Sophie played cards.
Monday 2nd April
Feeling the drop in temperature when I woke up, I was only slightly surprised to find that, when I opened the curtains, the world outside the window carpeted in snow, transforming this motorway services into a winter wonderland. As I packed my bag ready to head back to back to London later that evening, struggling to understand how all my belongings could fit on the way up, but not now, I reflected what on what had been a great weekend, and one that was still not finished. As we pulled out of the services and onto the M1, the snow was already beginning to melt and, by the time we reached Castleford, it was raining heavily. We parked once again in Castlefields and, after having a snack for lunch, we crossed the road to wait outside ‘Pennington’s’ the traditional pre rugby rendezvous point from Dad’s youth, where we met Mick and Dave. Joining the crowds of orange shirted fans heading to the ground, we discussed the heavy rain that had been falling all night, and the chances of the game being called off. Fortunately, rugby players are made of stern stuff and as we took our places in the terrace along the touchline we were informed the game would go ahead, despite the fact the ground staff were still working to remove the standing water from the railway end of the pitch. The rain continued to fall heavily as kick off approached and we knew that the game would be as close as Thursday’s had been in similar conditions. The teams lined up as follows:
Grix, Jones-Bishop, Lyne, Tupou, Johnstone, Miller, Finn, England, Randell, Huby, Horro, Ashurst, Arona,
Interchange: Wood, Fifita, Hirst, Pauli
Castleford kicked the game off attacking the large home terrace to our left. The first half was fairly even with Anthony England of Wakefield knocking on in the act of scoring, before Mike McMeeken crossed the line to put Castleford in front with Luke Gale adding the conversion making it 0-6 to The Tigers. Wakefield were attacking the end to our right, but we were struggling to see what was happening due to our low vantage point and the Castleford interchanges warming up in front of us, so we were relying on the big screen. Twenty minutes into the game, the wind picked up and the rain desc
ended again, harder than ever. The change in conditions had an effect on the game, with ball retention becoming key. The game was incredibly close and Castleford thought they had added a second try, but James Clare had his foot in touch and it was chalked off by the video referee. As the half time hooter went, Luke Gale landed a drop goal to make the half time score 0-7 to Castleford.
Castleford were shading what had been, due in no small part to the rain, a very closely contested half of rugby league. During the break, we took the opportunity to move down the stand, closer to the goal that Castleford would be attacking in the second half. Dad stood on the front row of the terrace and Sophie and I lent on the boundary wall, which surrounded the pitch, next to the Wakefield dugout. We had strategically positioned ourselves in this spot, in part due to it being a large ‘island’ of dry tarmac in the middle of what can only be described as a small lake, and also because we were stood next to the cameraman and hoping we might get on the television.
Slightly late, presumably because of the adverts on Sky, the second half kicked off with Castleford receiving the ball and attacking the block of flats that is the away end. The weather conditions continued to deteriorate with the rain falling heavier and heavier and the wind swirling round the ground, giving neither team much of an advantage. Castleford retained possession well, and attacked frequently without adding to their tally of tries. Wakefield spent much of the half defending, but when they attacked, they did so with power and pace creating a riveting game. The rain was still pouring down and making it hard to see what was happening when the play moved to the far side of the pitch. Sophie and I, who had now realised that we were stood next to Angela Powers, the touchline reporter for Sky, were watching highlights on her portable TV as well as trying to be heard over her microphone during her ‘touchline reports’. Yet because of this and the enthralling game playing out in front of us, we did not realise that the island we had been standing on had disappeared and the water was getting deeper and deeper. Unaware of the impending danger of soggy feet, we watched as Liam Finn hooked an opportunistic kick over the Castleford defence and Ben Jones-Bishop finished making the score 6-7.
With Wakefield in the ascendency, Castleford needed something to go their way and it came in the form of Trinity’s indiscipline in defence. Luke Gale duly slotted two penalties and the game finished 6-11 to Castleford, the low score belying an exciting game of Rugby League. Our only complaint had been the human ‘wall’ that had at times impeded our view. I had never really appreciated just how big some of the players are until David Fifita and Pauli Pauli had come to warm up in front of us and blocked out the pitch. That said, as we made our way out of the ground, the rain still pouring down and the programme in my pocket reduced to pulp, we knew we had seen a lot more than those watching the match on Sky. Our sister Amy watching at home, had sent us a picture of her view, which showed ghostly figures in muddy kits, playing rugby behind a grey shroud. I am of the belief that, if I leave a sporting match with no voice then it has been a good one. As I whispered hoarsely to Dad and Sophie on the way to our hotel, I knew that it had been a good night.
Result: Wakefield Trinity 6
– 11 Castleford Tigers
Tries: Jones-Bishop McMeeken
Goals: Finn Gale
(3)
Drop Goals: Gale
Friday 30th March 2018
We woke this morning to find the
rain had stopped, and despite it being a little cold, the sun was shining. As
we sat down for a late breakfast, we made our plans for the day ahead. After breakfast,
we set off for Castleford, driving along a route Dad took regularly to work and
as we did so, he pointed out places of note from his youth.
Upon arrival in Castleford, we
parked in Castlefields and made our way to Carlton lanes shopping centre, walking
under the spectacularly named Tickle Cock Bridge en route. After purchasing our
tickets for the Castleford v Warrington game on Monday, we separated, with Mum
and Sophie going shopping, and Dad and I setting off for Elland Road to see
Leeds United v Bolton Wanderers. The journey along the M62 was much quicker
than we had anticipated and so, after stopping at the office to pick up our
tickets we went into the club shop. Having looked around the products and
deciding not to purchase anything, we killed further time in watching Hull KR play
Hull FC on the televisions on the shop wall.
Peacock-Farrell
Dallas Pennington Jansson Berrardi
Alioski Vieira O’Kane Hernandez
Lasogga Ekuban
The match burst into life with
Leeds starting quickly, pressing high up the pitch, and attacking the South
Stand end quickly and often. After just four minutes, Leeds broke; the ball
fell to Caleb Ekuban who smashed it into the bottom corner to score his first
goal for the club. It was the perfect start to the match and gave the home fans
hope of an exciting, high scoring game. Alas however, after the goal, Leeds
withdrew into their shell and Bolton began to dominate possession, although
they offered no obvious threat to the goal at the North End of the ground. As a
result, there is very little else for me to write on, and as the teams went in
at half time, Leeds were leading 1-0. The highlight of the day so far came in
the form of the half time entertainment ‘dizzy penalties’, which provided the
fans with more to cheer than either team had up to this point.
Rather surprisingly, the second
half started in the same vein as the first, with Leeds fast out of the blocks
and quickly doubling their lead with Pablo Hernandez firing home in the 50th
minute following up the loose ball after Ben Alnwick had made a good save to
prevent Ezgjan Alioski from scoring. Once again thought the excitement was
short lived. Three minutes later, Leeds conceded a free kick on the corner of
their penalty area and Adam Le Fondre powered in an unstoppable header from the whipped cross. Once again, though, the
game petered out into a dull game of keep ball, the only excitement caused by
Leeds missing two ‘one on one’ chances with the Bolton goalkeeper. As the referee brought a halt to proceedings
for full time, there was a certain sense of relief around Elland Road; relief
that Leeds had managed to hold on to win 2-1, but relief also that a rather
dull game of football had finished.
It was much quicker to walk down the
never-ending staircase after the game, and we were soon outside by the statue
of Billy Bremner where we had agreed to meet Mum and Sophie who had caught the
bus over from Castleford. After a brief family discussion, we decided to have
tea at the McDonalds opposite the ground which was, mercifully, much emptier
than it had been pre match. We then made our way to the M1 and the Travelodge
at Wooley Edge Services near Wakefield where we would be staying for the
remainder of the weekend. Having spent time unpacking we spent the evening
relaxing, watching telly and playing cards.
Once again, the morning dawned cold
and wet. Undeterred, we made our way out and, after picking up some food for
brunch, we piled into the car and made our way to Nostell Priory, a National
Trust Property just outside Wakefield.
Nostell is an 18th Century house built on the grounds of a
medieval priory that holds a large collection of art and Chippendale furniture
and built by a family with connections to Sir Thomas More. As we arrived, the
temperature had plummeted and the rain fell icily on our faces. Making our way
into the property, we decided that the best way to warm up would be to have a
walk around the extensive grounds. Despite the recent cold weather, and heavy
snow, there was definitely a feeling of spring in the air, with new flowers just
beginning to poke through. The grounds surround a large lake, with a lakeside
path moving away through wooded areas and into open spaces of grass and flowerbeds.
As someone who enjoys taking photographs, I could have happily spent the day in
the grounds snapping away, but the weather was worsening and we took the
decision to head indoors. 
We had hoped to warm up in the
coffee shop before heading into the house, but it seems everyone had had the
same idea and the result was a packed coffee shop that was standing room only.
Rather than wait around for a table we decided to return later and made our way
into the house itself.
Due to the conditions outside, we
were asked to put shoe covers on to prevent mud being dragged around the house.
Having done this we moved from the entrance hall, up a magnificent red-carpeted
staircase and began our tour of the house. The whole experience was amazing.
Each room was full of original Chippendale furniture, and countless works of
art; sculptures, paintings, tapestries. I suppose it is not unfair to describe
the furniture as works of art as well. We had all the time we wanted to look
around, and I thoroughly enjoyed taking time to fully appreciate each work. I
was particularly taken by “Procession to Calvary” by Pieter Brueghel the
younger. It was truly a place to absorb the senses in culture and history and
it was an amazing experience.
Having explored the house, we
walked back across to the entrance hall, removed our shoe covers (which has
harder than it looked!) and walked back to the coffee shop. Mercifully, it was
much quieter and we were able to get a seat and have a coffee and a cake to
warm up. Sometime later, refreshed and warm we made our way back outside.
Although it had stopped raining, it was still very cold, so we decided to head
back to the hotel.
En route Dad decided to take a
diversion and we went into Wakefield where we spent time in The Rydings
shopping centre. Having spent time
shopping we were soon back at the
Travelodge to change into dry clothes, and spend some time relaxing before
going out for the evening in Castleford. Here we met Dad’s best friend Mick and
his wife Kath for tea at Birchwood Farm, just outside the town. We had a great
evening relaxing and catching up and enjoying good food. After dinner we
continued to talk before, with a sudden realisation of the time, we were
informed it was closing time and we needed to leave. Exhausted, we made our way
back to the Travelodge for the evening.
Sunday 1st April
Sunday following the pattern of the previous days, dawned grey and damp. The haze clung to the car as we drove to Castleford to be at the Easter Sunday service at Castleford Salvation Army, Dad’s home Corps. The meeting was excellent and engaging, with the officer speaking about the different boxes in our life, what we keep in them and how we need to open them to let Jesus in, with a demonstration of opening a box out to form the shape of the cross. After the meeting, Dad started to catch up with his old friends and acquaintances and we were there for a long time, as seemingly everybody wanted to speak with him. Eventually, Dad had spoken to seemingly the entire Corps, and we drove up to the XScape complex to meet one of his friends from the Corps, Dave Hall. While Mum went shopping, the four of us (Dave, Dad, Sophie and I) looked in the Castleford Tigers shop and played crazy golf before we met with mum to have dinner. Following dinner, we moved down to the ski slope to have a coffee and watch people skiing. We stayed there for some time, relaxing and listening to Dad and Dave reminiscing about their youth before eventually, we went our separate ways. Before returning to the Travelodge, Dad took us for a drive around various parts of the town, seeing the houses he had lived in, his old schools and then we stopped in Queens Park where Dad and I walked to the top of the hill and looked out over the town and surrounding area. Having spent some time getting my bearings, we walked back down to the car and went for a drive around the nearby villages of Kippax, Allerton Bywater, Ledsham, Ledston and Fairburn before driving past the Ferrybridge powerstation and back to Wooley Edge. Here, I watched the last episode in the current series of Top Gear while Mum, Dad and Sophie played cards.Monday 2nd April
Feeling the drop in temperature when I woke up, I was only slightly surprised to find that, when I opened the curtains, the world outside the window carpeted in snow, transforming this motorway services into a winter wonderland. As I packed my bag ready to head back to back to London later that evening, struggling to understand how all my belongings could fit on the way up, but not now, I reflected what on what had been a great weekend, and one that was still not finished. As we pulled out of the services and onto the M1, the snow was already beginning to melt and, by the time we reached Castleford, it was raining heavily. We parked once again in Castlefields and, after having a snack for lunch, we crossed the road to wait outside ‘Pennington’s’ the traditional pre rugby rendezvous point from Dad’s youth, where we met Mick and Dave. Joining the crowds of orange shirted fans heading to the ground, we discussed the heavy rain that had been falling all night, and the chances of the game being called off. Fortunately, rugby players are made of stern stuff and as we took our places in the terrace along the touchline we were informed the game would go ahead, despite the fact the ground staff were still working to remove the standing water from the railway end of the pitch. The rain continued to fall heavily as kick off approached and we knew that the game would be as close as Thursday’s had been in similar conditions. The teams lined up as follows:
Trueman
(Full Back)
Clare Minikin
(Winger) (Winger)
Shenton (C) Webster
(Centre) (Centre)
Roberts
(Stand Off)
Gale
(Scrum Half)
Milner
(Loose Forward)
Holmes McMeeken
(Second Row) (Second Row)
Massey McShane Watts
(Prop) (Hooker) (Prop)
Interchange: Cook, Foster, Millington,
Moors
Warrington Wolves:
Ratchford, Lineham, Atkins, T King, Charnley, Brown, Roberts, Hill, Clark, Cooper, Currie, Hughes, Westwood.
Warrington Wolves:
Ratchford, Lineham, Atkins, T King, Charnley, Brown, Roberts, Hill, Clark, Cooper, Currie, Hughes, Westwood.
Replacements:
Murdoch-Masila, Philbin, Crosby, Akauola
Murdoch-Masila, Philbin, Crosby, Akauola
Warrington got the game underway kicking towards the railway end away to our right. The ball landed in the standing water and, as the players dived into the tackles, tidal waves of muddy water splashed up. This was going to be a tricky game and every point would count. Castleford had the better of the play and were regularly attacking the Warrington line down in front of us. Despite this, Warrington took the lead on a pitch that was fast turning into a swamp with Stefan Ratchford scoring two penalties as the rain fell ever heavier. The conditions were certainly playing their part, but two strong defensive lines were also keeping scoring chances to a minimum as both teams looked to create attacking openings. Shortly before half time, Warrington managed to split Castleford’s defence and Toby King splashed over the line leaving the Tiger’s defenders, quite literally in his wake. At half time, the score was 0-10 to The Wolves.
It had been a close game and the score perhaps flattered Warrington, but they had certainly recognised the importance of taking points opportunities when they came along. The teams came out for the second half and Castleford, wearing fresh shirts, kicked off towards the railway end where, once again, the ball landed in the middle of the swamp. Ten minutes after the restart the Tigers reduced the deficit with Oliver Holmes sliding through the muddy water to score and Luke Gale added the extras to make the score 6-10. Once again, the game became a battle of attrition with Castleford having the better of the play and Jake Webster having a try ruled out, much to the consternation of the home fans. Shortly after Ratchford scored his third penalty and on the final hooter, former Tiger Daryl Clark crossed the line, giving a score that flattered the away side. It had been an excellent, close game of rugby league.
Result: Castleford Tigers 6
– 18 Warrington Wolves
Tries: Holmes King, Clark
Goals: Gale Ratchford (5)
The crowds filed out of the stadium and we made our way back to the car where we said goodbye to Mick and Dave. We drove up to Junction 32 shopping outlet to meet Mum and then had fish and chips for dinner, before going to Asda for a coffee. At 4pm, we left Castleford and set off to Wakefield where I would be catching my train back to London. The traffic was very heavy and, with the added factor of potential delays caused by the snow, I was worried that I would miss my train. I said my goodbyes to Mum, Dad and Sophie and made my way onto the platform, to catch the 17:58 service back to Kings Cross.
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