Tom’s dad hadn’t been able to fix Cliff’s car, so it had been towed to a repair garage. Fortunately a couple of Tom’s workmates had driven Tom’s car from the sorting office, so Cliff wasn’t without transport.
Cliff told us the local council didn’t encourage cars in the city centre, so they’d set up various park and ride schemes. Within ten minutes Cliff pulled into one of the park and ride collection points and told us a shuttle bus would take us the rest of the way.
“Can we go to the National Railway Museum?” Billy asked.
“Would you mind waiting till we’re with Tom?” Cliff asked. “He likes taking people there.”
Billy smiled his agreement.
“So, what do you recommend we look at?” I asked.
“I’d like to show you the Minster, if you’re interested.”
“That sounds great,” Sam said. “We w
