It’s not long since I returned from Madeira, my short working week over, I was off on my travels again. Late on a Thursday afternoon I was on my way to Scotland’s capital city, travelling by train on a Cross Country service. I had reserved a window seat and although it was already dark, its nice and cosy to be able to curl up in the corner. I enjoy travelling by train, not the short commuter routes, but those long journeys when I can sit for several hours encapsulated in a metal tube relaxing with the soothing, gentle rocking motion of the train.
I travelled alone but had everything I needed to keep me happy – sandwiches, a drink, chocolates and various bits of electronic gadgetry. On my Kindle, by coincidence, I’m currently reading ‘The Girl on the Train’ by Paula Hawkins, a psychological thriller, not a genre I would usually select but I’m finding it captivating.
As the train pulled into Newcastle, the River Tyne came into view, the lights from its bridges twinkling in the night sky. The journey northwards from here hugs the coast, and if it were light, one would be able to view the rugged Northumberland coastline and, on a fine day, Lindisfarne (Holy Island).
My journey reached its end at Edinburgh Waverley Station, and as I climbed the steps that brought me out onto Princes Street I felt at peace with the world. Over the last few years I have spent much time in this northern city and I feel a sense of belonging. I’d arranged to meet one of my children who was arriving by plane, it’s less than four weeks since we were last together but its still exciting to be able to spend the weekend together.
We met as planned and enjoyed supper together in ‘The Standing Order’ pub before checking in to our hotel, the Queen Street Travelodge in Edinburgh’s new town.