A day or two at home
I was reading an old issue of 'Oh Comely' magazine the night before I got this train and there was a few pages devoted to this great idea they had about a travelling notebook. They would invite people to write in these notebooks and then pass them onto others who would then post it back by a certain date. Unfortunately the it didn't work out that well. There weren't as many replies as were hoped and it made me a bit sad.
So I decided to write my experience of my train as if I was writing in one of Oh Comely's notebooks:
I'm sitting on the train while it waits in the platform at Norwich. There is a woman outside my window with her dog. She's waving off the train. She points to the train and looks down at the dog as if to say "look can you see them?" Of course the dog happily wags its tail looking everywhere except the train, but I like to think everytime the dog looked up at its owner, it knew exactly what was going on.
The train goes past these amazing old abandoned buildings. I would so love to explore them but I have no idea where I am. When we go past tiny towns I wonder where people do their shopping because I can't see any sainsburys or tescos or morrisons.
When I got home I realised there was a strange mark on my bedroom window. It was probably a pigeon flying into my window and I laughed to myself a bit at the thought of seeing it happen.
My (free) breakfast.
Dad's blueberries
I sent off for a film to be developed and I got scared that the paper would rip and the film would fall out and get lost in the post so I definitely made sure that wouldn't happen.
Sunset on the way back to Norwich.
