Back at the hostel I got down to writing and had a little nap. Later I got talking to the delivery guy Abid who was originally from Pakistan but now works and lives here. I asked him what language they were speaking in as I sort of recognised it, it was Urdu. They all spoke very good English though, Rasalan the younger guy and Mr Masood the owner of Continental Delights. We chatted about everything from foreign wars to the price of houses and he told me what he felt could help Britain get ahead in the current crisis of everything it would seem. Celebrity tax evasion scandals, bank cheating scandals and government expense scandals and more scandals and more scandals. It would seem to us normal hard working folk that the world had gotten far too greedy and was forgetting about the people who are keeping this country going by their hard work and dedication and loyalty, not their avoidance of paying into the system.
I eventually went to bed and prepared myself to begin the next days walking, Sunday to the Humber bridge. It had been a funny day with plenty to do, except walk far, but my body, knees and feet had experienced a brief respite from the task of walking all day.