We have spent a weekend with our son and his family, which was splendid. (More of that anon!) But getting back home involves an hour on the tube onto London, a wait around for the train at Euston, a relatively fast trip on the train, then a couple of trams and a bus to get back to Delph. And today we even had a relatively short wait for the bus for the final stage of the journey. But it’s always good to arrive hime, back to the water that makes a better cup of tea than that southern water does!
On the train, as the ticket inspector checked everyone’s travel documents, we watched a young man get all in a fluster as he realised that his rail card, whatever sort it was, was out of date. The inspector advised him not to simply renew the one he has but to apply for a new one as an app on his phone and to do it straight away, to avoid having to pay large amounts for whatever kind of measure the inspector would need to take. Goodness gracious! He gave him strict instructions, chapter and verse on how to go about it. The poor young man must have spent a good half of the journey sorting it out. Then he had to go and seek out the ticket inspector to get his ticket properly checked off!
How complicated life can be!
It seems much simpler to get along on an old biddy’s railcard! Mind you, we do check that we keep ours up to date. Anyway, we have had a pleasant weekend.
There has been little time for posting blogs this weekend. I have been involved in craft projects with my daughter in law, drawing castles with my granddaughter and was made to sit down this morning and watch the film “Frozen”, which does, after all, turn out to be a story of the relationship between two sister, and not just a schmaltzy romance! I now know all about Elsa and her magic powers, Anna, or maybe Ana, the younger sister, the faithful Christophe and the dastardly Hans (possible love interests!), not to mention Olaf, the snowman. (The very small daughter of a friend of mine, having seen but probably only partially understood the film, thought that Olaf was a generic term for men made out of snow, by the way!)
I really should have been made to watch it, however, before being given instructions to act out a touching scene from the film. That happened on Friday morning and was interesting in its way, with directions to say certain lines from the film at certain times and in certain ways! Our small granddaughter will no doubt go as a theatrical director, or a big boss, or maybe a prime minister!
One high point of the weekend was a walk in some woods not far from our son’s home. I even bought new wellies so that I could stomp the muddy paths with impunity.
Here is a selection of pictures of those woods.
This next is probably my favourite shot!
All very fine!
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