This heading is not a description of British rail on a Sunday!
Today I was supposed to meet my German pen friend Birgitta and her family in the city of Lincoln at 1 o'clock. I was quite prepared to put up with a 3 hour journey from Nottingham on the hot and smelly train including a diversion by bus between Bottesford and Grantham to see them outside the Cathedral at 1 o'clock. I have not seen them for years so I was looking forward to our brief reunion. Consider my delight when I got to the Nottingham railway station this morning to find that the 'only' train going in that direction this morning had been cancelled! I have just spent the entire Sunday morning in Nottingham city centre trying to find alternative methods of getting there to discover a very hit and miss alternative via three buses across Nottinghamshire and Lincolnshire with a strong possibilty of being stranded. Another alternative would be to pay sixty quid on a taxi. No fear. As I don't drive this is why public transport and its delights are methods I am forced to use. British rail wouldn't even consider forking out for a taxi.
God bless a young woman called Vicky at the Lincolnshire tourist office who, through a begging phone call from me was quite happy to pop out at 1 o'clock to tell my German friends that I would not be meeting them. There is a God.
2005-09-04 @ 21:46