Another day, another Poly. This time it was Sheffield. It was the coldest day that I can remember in a long time. I’m not sure, but I may have had a lift from my Dad to Sheffield for this visit. (I’m not 100% sure because I also went to look at Sheffield Uni and it may have been that day when I had a lift.)
It was so cold that we had snow on the way home – I specifically remember sitting on the train that I had changed onto at Stockport station waiting for the off and watching the flakes falling past the carriage window. This was another occasion on which I met a ‘colleague’ from Sixth Form whilst being out and about. Again, he was someone of whom I had limited knowledge and was able to chat to on the train, but in actual fact had nothing in common whatsoever save for the fact that we were both at the same Sixth Form College and curiously both have O Level German. I knew this because I know (well, der!) that I have one, and he had told me that he’d travelled to see Sheffield Poly with a view to reading German there. I’m no Sherlock Homes, but putting those two facts together was hardly rocket science.