Pre Britrail Planning

I started my day getting some practise with my camera.

Wyona loves her flower garden.

I took a couple of shots so you could see how the heather is just starting to bloom.

I get dizzy on the fire escape stair well, both when I am descending it, and when I am using it to get up to the roof.

A little bit of vertigo sets in for me, when something below me is so far down.

The pictures today are about camera practise.

But Wyona and I doing a new kind of practise, a more important kind -- one using our Britrail passes – together taking a trial run tomorrow to Penzance.

We leave at 7:30 am and arrive home at midnight, having only 2 ½ hours in Penzance.

“This is not the way most travellers take this trip,” said the woman at the ticket wicket.

“It is not about going to Penzance,” said Wyona, “but about what we will see on the way there and back.”

Originally we planned on getting all of the way to Lands End, and having our picture taken by the sign post there as most tourists do.

The bus that travels that country road doesn’t go there and back in the 2 ½ hours we have at our disposal.

We didn’t spend a lot of time pre-planning. Our choice was made like that old story of someone who is looking for help in the Bible, opens a page blindfolded, points to some verse and takes that verse as the direction for their life.

“Let’s go here tomorrow,” Wyona said, pointing to the bottom and west side of the boot that is England. "We are never going to make this trip if we start with the more traditional spots to go."

A trip to Kings Cross Station validated our passes and confirmed our train bookings.

We are using Great Western going one direction and South West Rail coming back.

This seems like the perfect way to feast our eyes on the landscape.

Our arms were so full of groceries on our way home from Tesco's tonight, that we put them down by the bus stop when we couldn’t run fast enough to catch the first C2 double decker.

The second C2 bus opened its doors for about 10 seconds and when we didn’t get on it fast enough, it went down the road as well.

A by-stander came to ask us why the driver wouldn’t let us on.

We didn’t know, and thought he just may not have seen us, but we were hard to miss carrying 8 bags of groceries between the two of us.

The slight didn’t matter to us.

Our train is booked for tomorrow.

We spent the rest of the evening making a picnic lunch for the train, the lunch big enough that all of our loved ones could join us.

Truly, we wish you could be here, at the very least for the lunch.

Arta