Wednesday 30 October 2019

Home ...

After 3 days travelling from home at La Espiral to home in Stanhope, three weeks away a shorter trip than usual, the cottage on Railway Terrace feels welcoming and a fire in the multi-fuel burner soon warms the place up ...

Rather surreal in the B&B, alone in the breakfast room, set for 15 folks looking forward to cereal and juice, fry up of eggs, sausages, bacon, beans and tomatoes plus toast and marmalade, tea or coffee ... Maureen has left muesli and juice out as requested and coffee was taken in the room ... off to the station in good time for the 7.25 only to discover it cancelled due to high tides and strong winds threatening the track at Dawlish ... London bound Great Western is advised to Exeter, where the Cross Country services are commencing ... already an hour late and a different train, quite crowded, but a seat is found and the trip to Durham passes easily enough, arriving only a few minutes late ... plus the hour, which looks like a bargain trip under the scheme to pay passengers for delays ... brief conversations with fellow passengers, but mostly absorbed by Jon Ronson's book ... its many implications, including the thing most of us may already have worked out: that many business leaders and politicians are psychopaths ...

A run from the station to bus station rewarded by timely bus to Crook, then a chance to call into the newly opened Aldi for provisions before the last leg to Stanhope ... 3 weeks and a day away, General Election fever competing with Halloween tomorrow, Guy Fawkes night next week, poppy emotional blackmail well underway, Christmas shopping fever ... all of which will be held lightly if at all ...

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