By the skin of our teeth

I’m blogging on the train back north to good old Glasgow. It’s a lovely day, the train isn’t too busy, and we are comfy in our reserved seats with plenty of reading material and snacks. However the journey started with a bit of a drama. The morning had gone according to plan; we checked out of our hotel and had coffee and cannoli in Russell Square in the sunshine, then went to see the Peru exhibition at the British Museum. It was very interesting, with information about the history of the country and examples of art by the ancient Nazca civilisation and their Inca successors; drinking vessels, jewellery and textiles. We then had a look around the India rooms and (no offence to the Incas!) their art seemed much more sophisticated and detailed and beautiful than that of Peru in the same era (13th to 16th centuries) I’m not sure why that would be, but I wonder whether it was because India had different regions and many neighbouring civilisations with whom they could exchange influences and ideas. James suggested that we should set off in good time to Euston Station for our 1.30 p.m. train, and we arrived in plenty of time to buy a newspaper and snacks for the journey. We then strolled over to the departures board only to notice, to our consternation, that our train was not at 1.30 p.m. but at 1.10 p.m. - and it was now six minutes past one! We ran to the platform at top speed, found our carriage, and jumped on board just moments before the train moved off. The ticket inspector explained to us that the train times have changed recently and that there have been problems with third parties informing their customers (we booked with the Trainline app). Oh well, at least we managed to catch the train but what a shock when we found out about the time change.