When I alight at Cockfosters, the scene is very different from that of 20 months ago when a deep blanket of snow covered the Piccadilly Line's northernmost outpost. It's not the balmy late summer's evening we had been anticipating for our nostalgic return to where it all began. However, the afternoon's torrential rain has eased to a fine drizzle.
I find Dave at our favoured table in the Cock and Dragon. He has thoughtfully picked out a book from the pub's modest library…
ContinueAdded by David Wright on September 9, 2011 at 18:30 — No Comments
© 2025 Created by David Scott.
Powered by