Dodgy weather, transport and the police! Day 201.

Thursday 8^th February Day 201

What a day to have booked tickets to travel. The threatening horrible weather arrives and as I’m getting ready to catch the bus to Stafford. The driving, sleeting rain bounces of the boat and I decide we better order a taxi but then after seeing the cost at £18 we decide to brave the weather but then the price reduces to £10; for anyone who uses Uber do you understand how this works? Literally fifteen minutes later it was a different price. It costs us £4 on the bus so £10 door to door for a taxi so I’m not soaked on the start of my journey seems reasonable.

Surprisingly, because according to the weather report it the new apocalyptic end of the world weather front coming in ((Don’t be so dramatic)) I’m not being dramatic. It’s winter and yes, I know I’m stepping on an emotive topic here because of ‘global warming’ and if you need to know I think with my very limited knowledge ((Peachy means she just made up this theory)) I think humans do contribute to global warming but I also believe it’s also a natural ebb and flow of the planet. How else do you explain terrible floods of the past that we know have been worse than we have today? Also, our knowledge is based on when records began. It’s too big a subject to go into now ((And how is this relevant to you?)) well, I do live on water now so heavy rain and flooding affects us in many different ways. There has just been a big land slide on one of the main canals so this might stop us travelling that way and there have been some terrible incidents of boats being sunk. It’s one of the reasons we made sure we weren’t mooring on a river and hopefully never will. they are too unpredictable but I also think ((Here we go)) that a lot of flooding problems are due to poor maintenance, building on flood plains and chopping down the trees. ((okay enough now))

As I make it to the train station, I stand disbelievingly looking at the information screen showing the train times. On time. Every. Train. On time. What is this third dimension I’ve fallen into? Although, whilst I’m sitting waiting, the train starts showing delayed and normal life resumes. Luckily it ends up only being a few minutes late and I have a forty-minute wait for my connecting train so no panicking required. I know I have readers from all over the world and if you ever venture to the UK I apologise in advance if you use our public transport. It’s shocking on every level and makes me dream of being back in New Zealand or literally anywhere in the world is; from my experience, better than here. The train is surprisingly quiet and warm so I finish my kindle book –Glass Doll by D.E. White and then have some ideas so write some notes for my psychological thriller… that’s when the police got on the train ((Run, Peachy. Save yourself… and me obvs)) I did wonder if they had been glancing at my notes on the train camera… killer’s, list… Turns out they are not interested in me and I get off the train at Lancaster and wait for my connecting train.

The gale force swirling maelstrom of weather hits me in the face and I stupidly try and put up my umbrella as I walk up the steep hill from Bentham station. Finally, I make it to the warmth of home and a coffee. Day done. Until tomorrow. x
((Just sharing a link to Peachy’s New Zealand book because if you want something doing you might as well do it yourself! She is so bad at promoting!))