Sunday, battling through the sound effects on London Country DVD, still looking after myself, Mandy in Ireland. Another dull damp day, the garden is too wet to get out in although needs spring tidy up. Yesterday in Doncaster, there's a new bus station, not signposted anywhere, its actually not that far from the old one, only difference there is no chance of photography there, black hole of Calcutta job! Still the usual roundabout gave some action and looked nice with the spring pansies. Not a place for the faint hearted, Doncaster is the gusset of Britain's knickers, if you want the full third world experience without travelling come here.
