I am posting this from Costa outside Carlisle station. Bear in mind I was only supposed to be in Carlisle for six minutes. I’m glad that what has happened, if it had to happen at all, on the last day: I’d be really disheartened if the week had begun this way.
My tale-of-woe begins…
Let me warn you right now: This is not going be a riveting read, especially if you don’t know me and you’ve found this blog by accident. I don’t even really expect any of my family & friends to really get much out of it. Its here primarily for me – or future me – to refer back to whenever.
The basis of this mini-adventure is an East Midlands Three Days in Seven Rover rail ticket. You can read all about it here.
Meanwhile, what happened on Thursday follows after the ‘more’ break. It was written ‘on the fly’ and edited to try and make it a little more coherent after the fact. Consequently the tense may be all over, and you’ll have to put up with a bit of my ‘inner vernacular’!