Train strain.

The return to Somerset was pretty uncomfortable on an overcrowded train (is there any other kind in the UK these days?). No space for luggage, no space for passengers (or their long suffering dogs), and no buffet (unless you were prepared to trample over the people forced to sit on the floor); the heating however, was working. “Aha,” I hear my regular reader exclaim “result, given the current plunging temperatures outside”. “Not so,” say I “when the heating continues to blast out despite optimum temperature having been reached about ten degrees ago”. I texted an SOS to K to bring large amounts of water with her to the station for my arrival, severe dehydration was kicking in after three and a half hours in cattle class.

At some point in the journey several of us debated why, given the constant overcrowding of trains, extra coaches are not added to services and came to the conclusion that it is because the cost of additional rolling stock might adversely affect the annual profits and bonuses the train moguls’ so desperately need. Magnanimous plebeians that we are, we accept their need for additional millions each year (those tropical hideaways, nuclear/biological bunkers and global warming stockpiles don’t come cheap, you know) … and we sent our sincere thanks to the aforementioned moguls for a journey unusually delayed by mere minutes not hours.

 

The journey did sort of dull the shine from what otherwise had been an extremely pleasant few days with BB aboard the Blue Buzzard. We visited the Denby factory near Derby, shopped in Sutton Coldfield and tasted a few wines and gin at a local (to Fazely) vineyard/distillery. Unfortunately we visited the Denby factory the day after I’d bought a couple of bottles of the rather lovely vineyard product, and there I bought some of Denby’s rather lovely dinnerware products for R0X1 (well I have to make it up to her that I considered selling her). So I was unable to fit everything in my suitcase and be able to lift it.

I’m sure, dear regular reader, that you will be shocked to find out that it was the vineyard product that was left behind … not sure what came over me, I might have to find a vineyard round here …

🙂 🙂 🙂

 

9 thoughts on “Train strain.

  1. Trains are no more …
    Here is worst but maybe the wine around the corner have made us too soft…
    Cheer up Maggs.
    Jose

  2. Do I suspect that the lack of wine has made you a tad cynical toward our transport
    system. 🙂 lol surely not 🙂

  3. I know exactly what you mean about the trains, Maggie. You have to reserve in advance now if you want a seat, as Tracey, my stepdaughter, and I found out on a trip to Reading for a painting weekend! it was a long time since I had been on a train and I couldn’t believe how crowded they were. Glad you are home safely xxxx

  4. Left the wine! You could have quaffed it the night before travel and spent the train journey in a pleasant haze of alcohol! Bet you don’t spend out on train journeys for a long time!
    Look in your book for Campervan sites near Aguilas, we can always drive and pick you up if it is some way.
    Settling in well, have doc sorted and received flu and pneumonia jabs yesterday! Still sunny and fairly warm here, Andrew coming for a long weekend tomorrow. Richard completed the Beachy Head Marathon last weekend and Julia’s bf is nearly pain free after his ops on his legs. Another two or three weeks and he will be signed off. They then hope to come and see us!
    Back to Housekeeper now I guess, take care and keep healthy, love R & J XXXXX
    Sent from my iPhone

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