View from the station

Another long exhausting day of over 6 hours spent on trains. I love trains - I tend to find them relaxing opportunities to read and listen to music - but I also find them just a little frustrating - all that beautiful scenery and hardly a clean window to view it through. I used to think it was because they didn't wash the windows but today I actually had the pleasure of watching some member of scotrail )I presume) attempt to wash the windows before we left Glasgow and in the process cunningly smeared the dirt further across the windows - nice job!

So dspite all the magnificent scenery that argyll had to offer blip opportunities where few and far between. There was one sadly missed opportunity while I was waiting for a train in Taynuilt station when a deer fleetingly stepped onto the tracks but by the time I had pulled out my camera the train was also slowly pulling into the station and the deer startled and although I was tempted to take the shot anyway I thought perhaps not just in case the flash inadvertently went off and I somehow blinded the driver - unlikely I know but I was having a bad day and didn't really want to tempt fate.....

So I've had to go with this shot instead. A view from the station that I blipped a few weeks ago but in different lighting so it looks rather different although there's still a lot of mist so you still can't see the mountain top - I'm beginning to wonder now if you ever can though I'm sure I have in summer!

As for the interview on Tuesday there's still now word on that yet. I've driven myself demented for the last couple of days replaying the entire 3 hour event to the point where I think I've lost all real perspective on how it went and now I'm driving myself slowly demented with is no news good news, bad news or just no news. I think tomorrow I just need to go do something that'll distract me from my mobile phone and forget about it for a while and then maybe start the whole business of applying for stuff again (if I have to) next week.



'Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering'


Paulo Coelho