This morning was again spent in the hammock. The cats love it when either of us are in the garden so they kept me company, showing off by tussling with each other on the grass and stalking birds. My invitations to join me in the hammock were haughtily ignored by both cats however; I don’t think they like the way that it moves. I made my way into a hot Glasgow by train to meet Ally W for lunch at Singl’End in Garnethill. We had a nice chat and then strolled down to the GFT to watch a French film “Full Time.” It was very thought provoking, and unsurprisingly very French! It ended very suddenly leaving me wanting to know what happened next, and I think that was the point; it was the story of a particular week of work and transport strikes in a woman’s life, it wasn’t intended to have a proper resolution. While I was strolling around a very sunny George Square before I caught the train from Queen Street to Inverness, the call that I had been dreading yet expecting came through from Julie to say that Katy died this afternoon. She was such a lovely lady, and she and Bill got on extremely well with my Mum and Dad. I am so sad.
The train was slightly delayed because of trespassers on the track, so we couldn’t set off until they were caught! The train was only three carriages so my seat reservation was invalid and the train guard told me that I could sit anywhere. So I took myself into the first class section of the carriage, which seemed much the same as second class although perhaps slightly cleaner, because less people use it? I ate my sandwiches and read my book, and the train arrived in Inverness just about on time three hours or so later at 10.45 p.m. James very kindly met me at the station and drove me to Ullapool. It is good to be back.
The train was slightly delayed because of trespassers on the track, so we couldn’t set off until they were caught! The train was only three carriages so my seat reservation was invalid and the train guard told me that I could sit anywhere. So I took myself into the first class section of the carriage, which seemed much the same as second class although perhaps slightly cleaner, because less people use it? I ate my sandwiches and read my book, and the train arrived in Inverness just about on time three hours or so later at 10.45 p.m. James very kindly met me at the station and drove me to Ullapool. It is good to be back.
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