The Last Coach Trip

Started a new story on Friday, which I finished today at 4,800 words. Quite pleased with it. A kind of Lancastrian horror story about old men, a working men's club and their annual trip to Ripon Races. Enjoyed writing it and liked the characters. In a sense too it was slightly autobiographical. Back in my late twenties before I got married I used to be a member of Bold Street Working Men's Club in Accrington which had an annual trip to Ripon Races. And great trips they were too. Therefore some of the things that happen are true. But not all.