Yesterday feels like a dream – Scotland this morning is familiar grey and wet. Stomach tight, nervous traveller. I put Liz and Hugh’s key through the letterbox. (As I leave they are somewhere between Scotland and Portugal.)
At Glasgow Central the train before mine is cancelled. But the 10:38 is running. Very full. I am able to get a cycle ticket to back up the dodgy email reservation that was rejected on the northbound trip. My bike is shiny, cleaned from track mud. Only 4+ hours to London. It’ll be easy to get back north. Won’t it?
Tara Brach keeps me company.
At Euston, the peculiar transit by bike, to get to Paddington. And smooth connections bring me home – to a damp-proofed kitchen, cross fingers, and a certain amount of chaos. Heh ho.
The Rum kids want to see my blog. I send them the link and run for the hills.
Over and out for now.
Thanks Rebecca! Interesting, as always!
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