There’s something intrinsically depressing about British trains, I think. From the second you step on them you’re predestined for a gladiatorial territory dispute for a seat (frustration level adjusted based on whether you’ve paid for one in advance or not),
Mitch & Rupert have started a folky session! That’s a bit of a treat.
Brief, but spectacular
As it’s the last day that our dear friend Connie is running The Coach & Horses in Longborough, the lads & I thought we might scoot up the A44 and give her a farewell dance or two. Thanks for all
2 things really. 1) I didn’t think the phrase “elk-bothering stilts” should go unblogged (i.e. “Go strap on your elk-bothering stilts, and let’s go bother some elks!”) 2) the bloke in the following photo isn’t me: he’s in the USA,
Sometimes I think I’m only in it for the spandex
Still on the search for palatable chocolate milk (raised as I was on the highly excellent Farmers’ Union Classic Chocolate, nothing on this side of the world has proven a viable substitute). In the Swedish supermarket I spotted this moderately
Here we are, set up at our excellet apartment in Åre. So far we’ve done a fair portion of remarking about how cold it is (-16 C), had an excellent dinner (Thai chicken curry – thanks johan & yoyo), and
T minus 40 minutes & counting…
We made it to the airport okay, and 2/3 of us ran the checkin gauntlet (more on that another time), so now it’s just the waiting game…
Train joy – being the sort of joy one has on trains
On our recent voyage around parts of Germany, Austria, Switzerland & Liechtenstein, K & I were quite pleased at the ease with which we negotiated rail travel. Everything was timely and spacious, and for the most part well connected (excepting
Jingle jingle, etc.
A quick blog while I hurtle north on a train for a few days of festive rest & snuggling up – I hope everyone’s able to spend this time of year with the people that they love & care for.