Time wasting

After missing a train connection, I had 30 minutes to kill at Reading Station so played about with my camera. I have many photographs of Doc Martin boots and none of my brother and his family. In my defence, I spent all my time chatting, playing games, eating and drinking and both my phone and my camera were in the hallway out of the reach of kids, dogs and myself. It was so lovely to see everyone and wish them a Happy New Year in person.

As the train journey was so long (no trains to Clapham Junction due to staff shortages and engineering work on other routes, so I had to go via Paddington), I had a good long run to read, which is always good.