Travelling

Morning was breaking over the hotel roof as I dragged myself out of bed at 5am. At 6.15 we were away, and by 8.10 the ferry, Ulysses, was sailing. We had breakfast, and chatted, and the ferry wobbled a bit under our feet. All was going well.

When we arrived on the other side at Holyhead, we encountered gridlock because the Menai bridge was being repaired, and that stop-start situation continued until Chester, where we changed coaches and said goodbye to our lovely driver, Steve. Same again until below Birmingham. We stopped at Strensham, then before we knew it, we were back in Stroud! Steve picked me up. Kitty decided to walk home, 'like Laurie Lee'. 

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I was glad to have finished travelling, it's always a long day, but wondering how I am ever going to make sense of my various experiences in the context of having travelled with a British tour group. My parents were Britieh, but they'd been brought up in India! Maybe it'll never make sense.