I’m on the bus from Inverness to Ullapool, the last leg of my journey today. I got the 10.10 a.m. train from Glasgow Queen Street to Inverness this morning. James (who is organising a club hill walk on Sunday so will be joining me after that) very kindly gave me a lift into town and everything went smoothly, I purchased a coffee from a stall before I boarded the train. I have to say that although the renovated Queen Street looks very smart, it has very few facilities compared to Central Station. The train journey was great; the train was quite busy but I had my wee reserved seat at a table beside the window so I was quite happy. I read my book, looked at the scenery, and chatted to a lovely lady from Ardrossan called Annette. When I arrived at Inverness I took my time getting off the train because I had loads of time before my onwards journey by bus, and then I looked for the bus station. I asked a lady for directions and she insisted on accompanying me to show me the way; it wasn’t until we were walking along that she told me that she was carrying a bag with two half bottles of wine, which she explained was intended to cut down on her drinking. She told me some things about her life and it was so sad, my heart went out to her. Life can be very difficult.
At the bus station I had plenty of time for lunch in the café before catching the 3 p.m. bus. We are now barrelling along towards Ullapool, hooray!
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