Am in Bedford now and spent the last ten minutes trying to think of positive and fascinating things to say about the place........nope,it's impossible.I suppose the park is well designed and it has some varied bird life(saw a huge heron diving for fish)but other than that I'm struggling.This is the place where John Bunyon wrote 'Pilgrim's Progress' for gods sake and where the great Ronnie Barker grew up trying to find a place that sold four candles.
The 'campus'that is the University of Bedfordshire is quaint,to put it politely and my room resembles a cell which if I turn in one direction can actually envelop me and swallow me whole.I won't even mention the food.......well yes I will actually.It is like stepping back in time when I was a mere youngling and was eating vile stuff such as swede and runner beans.I have even discovered butterscotch mousse here,possibly bought from the people who brought us 'Angel Delight'.It is safe to say that together with my running I will hopefully lose a few pounds on my sojourn here as my plate becomes increasingly emptier each evening as I decide on less and less of the fare on offer.
On the positive side ......no,it's still a thankless task trying to think of one.The town centre is a desparate place full of men who look like weasels,with a pallour to match walking around in shapeless tracksuits and an air of despondency everywhere.Why is it that all mid-size town centres look the same now?
If you are from Bedford I probably sound very disparaging about your town,but I can only write about what I see and think.Burgess Hill has never seemed so welcoming!!!