When I lived in London (about thirty years ago now: over thirty, I think), I used to catch the trains all the time. I either walked or trained. Never buses. I have never been a fan of buses.
London life felt fast but wasn’t really, arrival times were a little fluid. There was a local understanding that because we all caught trains everywhere, our arrivals were out of our hands somewhat. If a train was cancelled or delayed, I just looked at the board and plotted a new route. Waited around a bit at various stations but got where I was going eventually. If a car was being despatched to pick us up from the train, often that driver would loiter in the kitchen over a cup of tea at home before getting call to meet a late train.
Once back from the country and in good old London Town I was thoroughly independent, though. This was years before Ubers and things. I disembarked from a train and made my way to the underground and wended through the city underneath it. Nothing phased me about travelling underground and overground on the trains.
I was a beach kid from New Zealand, where the train culture was sporadic even then and disappearing fast, so Paddington Station blew my tiny kiwi mind ….
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One response to “Writing on Trains . Mind the Gap”
i love the train and your approach to not being intimidated by it –