The upper deck of the bus was in full voice. You might be thinking I was on my way to yet another football experience, but nothing could be further from reality. The bus rocked not with enthusiastic alcohol fuelled male voices, but with the sound of hymns. A group of older ladies were struggling to contain their excitement, as they headed towards Southwell Minster. Music books at the ready, they burst into song. The lower deck was probably very confused about events. It had been a strange journey all round, but the Other Half says I am not allowed further on the “nail varnish” so we’ll say no more about that! We alighted at Westgate and walked along towards town. There are a number of impressive residences along Westgate and Church Street. However, the upkeep on
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