...But was running late so had to buy the ticket at the very last second from a ticket man in the door of the train.
"Youth-pass to Falmer please."
"Falmouth?"
"No, Falmer, near Brighton. F-A-L-M-E-R."
"Okay." Whirr whirr click click and I pocket the ticket and hop onboard.
Only to be told off by the conductor for being on the wrong train because I HAVE A TICKET TO FALMOUTH.
ERRR, WHY WOULD I BE BOARDING A TRAIN TO LONDON IF I WANT TO GO TO CORNWALL?
(For those of you who aren't aware of my whereabouts, London is directly East. Cornwall is directly West.)
So I had to get off and buy a new ticket and subsequently missed my train, and therefore lesson, and spent most of the morning in a pub in Salisbury. Worse things happen at sea. Except, I figured all Wetherspoons would have wireless by now. They don't. But I take back my harsh words about Southern trains; they're not so bad.
Here are some pictures of the day, because I don't think anyone I actually know looks at my Flickr. WWW.FLICKR.COM/PHOTOS/TYPEWRITTEN, YES YES YES.
So far, so faux-artistic. But hang on, wait a minute, what's this? HELLO INTERNET FANS!
Okay, okay. But in fairness today is the first day that I have taken pictures with just me in them, and according to the camera I have taken over 2700 photos in the past few weeks. So it is fine. Justifiable, anyway.
Vestibules are my new favourite place to sit on trains. They're even better than luggage racks, as long as you're not by the toilets (Southern trains don't seem to have toilets?). On the train I wrote another to-do list and improved my CV. Hopefully lots of places will want to employ me now that I have italics and am an international show-jumper. Haha.
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B-righton |
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 calm |
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