Not so nice
My parents dutifully dropped me off for my train towards Cambridge. Stafford station is always a freezing wind tunnel no matter the time of year. My tan is already flaking off in protest.
Delays at Stafford which we were told was because the conductor had to have ‘two not so nice passengers removed’. Classic English antisocial capers.
Delays near Melton Mowbray due to signalling issues. Classic English train-based shenanigans.
One of the boatyards in Ely flashed past the train window as it passed.
I’m reading the Alchemist, which I started but didn’t finish once before. I remember thinking it was a load of airy-fairy nonsense which I do not think at all now, and I’m quite absorbed by it. I don’t know what this says about my tastes and my mind, but it says summat.
The evening was spent with my old work friend Alison who was fortuitously in town, visiting from the Peak District. We officially opened (our personal) Cambridge picnic season. All over the city centre graduations are in full swing and there is lots of well-spoken hooting and guffawing to be overheard.
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