I really should have known better. I’m making a filial pilgrimage to Norfolk. I’d call it a flying visit, if it wasn’t for the fact you can no longer fly direct from Glasgow to Norwich.
I played the organ this morning, went home to homemade soup, then headed for Norwich by train. (It was a more appealing option than a long drive, mostly in the dark, and the prospect of icy roads later.)
So …
- Glasgow to Edinburgh
- Edinburgh to Peterborough (LNER buffet delivers tea and fruit cake to your seat! Kudos to LNER)
- Peterborough to Ely
- Ely to Norwich
- 22.22 reach hotel.
There was only one setback. You can’t get anything to eat or drink from Peterborough to Norwich, unless you pay a vending machine via Contactless. I took this to mean, ‘using your phone’ – which I’ve never done. (Only later did I wonder if card payment might also have worked…)
No buffet-car on the trains, and not really time to leave the platform in search of sustenance.
And so my Sunday dinner, at 22.22, was this:-
I had also apparently booked a hotel room with no breakfast. This has now been rectified!
I said this was a moral tale. It’s this: one should never, ever venture into East Anglia on a Sunday night without a sandwich in one’s handbag (and a drink in a flask)!
Paddington Bear and Queen Elizabeth could have told me that …
Karen McAulay, Musicologist 