Travellers’ tales…

I must’ve been living a charmed life. Either that or this workblog is a curse!? Up until last week all of my journeys as a Netskills trainer over the past two and a half years have been relatively straightforward. I haven’t suffered horrendous delays, the feared connecting bus between stations, or a cancelled flight. The worst i’ve experienced is standing cramped on trains between Manchester and Leeds, or a tedious couple of hours’ wait at Chesterfield station, passing the time observing the obsessive rituals of trainspotters. Actually I did have the Mallaig-Armadale ferry cancelled on route to Sabhal Mòr Ostaig on Skye, but received the call before the crux of the journey soon after Fort William. Many of the locals might not welcome the permanent connection to the mainland, but that stormy February in 2006, I was everso thankful for the bridge connecting ‘The Winged Isle’ to Kyle of Lochalsh.

But then I missed my flight back from Dublin last week… Never have I seen such traffic – utter chaos! And yesterday I arrived at Edinburgh Waverley Station just in time to hear the tell-tale whistle as I hopped down the bottom two steps and turned to see the doors shut on the 19:00. It was mostly my own fault, attracted to the celebratory fireworks over Princes’ Street Gardens, accompanied by the Red Hot Chilie Pipers to turn on of the Christmas lights. I hadn’t realised there wasn’t another train until 21:00 though … but no problem, a quick call and I was up at the German Market, catching up with my cousin over a Mulled Beer (seriously!) and Bratwurst. All in a day’s work!