So last Friday I ventured on my own to my paradise of Keswick – my first long journey alone for …..well I don’t know how long, but a long long time. To think I used to travel 3 or 4 times a week on a train travelling the country seems totally alien now 😳
The booking process hadn’t gone well, so not a good start 🙄….the route had changed from before AND it said I couldn’t reserve my seats on each train 😳🙈….I thought the idea of a ‘safe’ journey was to have only window seats taken…..
Well I emailed the company and several emails later, they finally agreed to book me specific seats on each part of my journey….🥵…what a palava…..
I’d continued to book my taxi people during Covid, just to give me lifts home from town when I had a lot of shopping – it’s amazing how, when you start putting things in a trolley in the supermarket, it never looks heavy…..until you transfer it into bags 🙈…..
So the process of booking a taxi was still in my head….
My first long journey in over a year started with my taxi picking me up on time. It was a damp grey day and the rain was falling, but village life was still continuing as I left; Ed picking up her morning paper, Peter the duck man standing by the pond giving the ducks thei breakfast….the comforting routine of village life….
First train, again on time, took me to Hull where I waited for the next to Manchester. The route had changed since I last travelled. It used to be relatively easy, or at least I was used to it, but now there was an extra change at Lancaster!….so testing me even more…
Familiar landmarks came and went. The Humber Bridge seen for the first time from a train for ages….such a shame it was grey and damp, the windows dirty making the water looking as grey as the day
The train was much busier than I expected. Constant chatter, laughter, music playing somewhere. All merged into one creating an annoying buzz for the whole journey…my silent bubble well and truly popped……
Selby, Leeds, Huddersfield and Stalybridge came and went before arriving finally at Manchester Piccadilly ….amazing how many people didn’t wear masks on the train, the confined space, and as soon as they got off into the fresh air put them on 😳…..
Manchester station was busy as I expected. I tried to shut the crowds out and just concentrate on me and each step, counting each one as a distraction. But I didn’t have long to wait for my train to Lancaster where I’d make my last change…..on this train, the first message from the guard said:
“Please observe social distancing at all times and wear a face mask”…..
Obviously people not wearing a mask again…and as we became more and more like sardines, with people standing in the aisles and crowding round the doors 😳…the next message said:
“Social distancing is not possible on this service” 🙈……me thinks trains might be a culprit for transferring Covid from county to county 🙄
Finally I arrived at Penrith, the old castle ruins comfortingly still looming in the grey….
…and now the bus would take me to paradise, although a wet paradise it would be today, but I didn’t care…we headed on the bus down into the valley where Keswick nestles, the fells shrouded in cloud cover,
…..headlights of motorists coming towards us on the other side such was the grey dim day.
Then paradise appeared before me and although the rain was still falling I smiled and relaxed, knowing I’d be in my room within a view in minutes…..
Took me over 7hours to get here…..but I was in my room with the best view in Keswick….so who cares….😍
p.s you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see if my paraglide happened on Saturday……but at the time of typing this the chances were 50/50…..