Well, I said I wasn’t going to travel again until the end of the year, and I’ve already broken that resolution. But it was only a little travel, to Scotland and back to do my pre-winter family catch-up.
I left Scotland on Tuesday and had a very nice train journey down the East Coast. It’s my favourite UK train journey because of the amazing views outside the windows.
As you race through the countryside, you catch glimpses of the sea outside. See those tiny triangles poking up just below the cliff? That’s the top of a house. Part of me would love to live there; part of me thinks it’d be insane, damp and constantly flooded.
The sky was a brilliant blue and the sea a steely grey, the colour of… um… steel. Or slate. Or woodlice.
All I wanted to do was jump off the train and run across the fields down to the coast.
Somewhere around Berwick-Upon-Tweed you start to get these atmospheric views down the river.
And while we’re on the subject of bridges, it’s not only the Scottish part of the journey that provides nice things to look at. Despite not really being a city person, I do like Newcastle’s bridges.
So that was Tuesday. The wifi on the train wasn’t working, which meant I got to look at the views more often than usual, and that was quite pleasant. Perhaps I’ll do it more often.
Some more things arrived for my flat last week. I now have beautiful new stationery which will definitely make me more productive, and a sofabed. The room the sofabed’s going into doesn’t currently have proper flooring, but it’ll do for now. I’m thinking about sleeping on it tonight as the little holes in the floor of that room make it less warm than the room in which I’m currently sleeping, where I keep finding it hard to get to sleep because I’m too hot.
That’s the thing, you see: take a Scottish person back to Scotland and she remembers how cold things should be.
It’s a ridiculously mild November here in England. But I’m sure it’ll start making up for it later in the year.
On Thursday I went for dinner with a friend, then walked through St. Pancras station on my way back and stopped for a while to play the piano and sing.
Friday saw another dinner date with a friend, followed by coffee and tarot readings. The first thing he said to me after he’d placed the cards in position on the table was “Holy shit. You’ve grown up.”
I chose to take it as a compliment.
Saturday was meant to be for house renovation stuff, but instead I succumbed to unproductivity and spent the day in my pyjamas watching Buffy.
And then yesterday was one of those days that sort of passed without me noticing, and now it’s today, and I should really get some stuff done.
So, how’s your week been?