ever heard of heating...
I have completed my mighty journey from Reading to Newcastle safely! Hurrah!
I woke this morning at 5.00am. Not easy, especially with it being still dark and after only 5 1/2 hours but I just wasn't tired last night though (for a change!). I did get woken at 2.30am by my phone receiving a text message from my beloved telling me he was home safely after his night on the town with Ron although I thought it was my alarm and ignored it for ages! :o)
I left the house at 6.20am and headed to the station through a deserted Reading town centre. Quite spooky.
Luckily, the train was on time, and so was I. I managed to pop into WHSmith to stock up on magazines and pop, sit and eat a Traditional Cornish pasty from the West Cornwall Pasty Country Company (no sausages rolls ready at that time of the morning) and get a take out tea from the AMT stall (which by the way if you are reading this, I asked for teabag OUT) and be on platform 4 with moments to spare to see my Virgin Train pull in.
Once on board, I settled into my nice reserved seat (what more could you ask for for £14) and was pleased to find that no-one sat next to me. That was going to change at Oxford though but luckily, the old Scottish woman was determined to tell the man in the seat behind me that it was her seat. No harm done as neither seat was reserved. Although I didn't get away scott free, someone did sit next to me from Lemington Spa until Birmingham New Street :oP
My only complaint, well 2 complaints, were;
- Having to show my ticket to get it stamped on 3 occasions!
- Virgin trains not having heating! I was sat in a unpleasant draft for the whole journey.
And so, 20 minutes late, I arrived in Newcastle Central Station after a mere 6 hour journey. I don't need to tell you I had a very numb bum! ;o)