A brief interlude in Cambuslang

I went down to Cambuslang for a couple of days this week, and in fact I’m blogging from the train on the way back to Inverness. From there I will jump on another train to Garve, where James will meet me at about half past two. I have had a pleasant time at home, although it was eerily quiet without James and the cats. I was supposed to go to the Degas exhibition at the Burrell with Christine but we had to postpone because Gerry is unwell. I had a nice coffee and catch up with Alison T yesterday morning, and then last night I went to see The Fifth Step at the Pavilion with Ally W. We had a tasty pre-theatre meal at Roma before heading the short distance to the theatre. 

The play was about a new young member of Alcoholics Anonymous played by Jack Lowden, and his relationship with his mentor, played by Sean Gilder. I had wondered if the subject matter would result in the play being a bit grim, but this was not the case. It did tackle some very serious issues head on, but it was also very cleverly written and at times it was laugh out loud funny. Both actors were absolutely excellent. Jack Lowden is Jamie’s age and he is one of the leads in the series Slow Horses, which James and I both enjoy very much, and he married the fabulous actress Saoirse Ronan just a few weeks ago. I didn’t realise that he is Scottish until last night, because he uses an English accent in Slow Horses. Ally and I both loved the play and afterwards I took the train home to my quiet house. 

Update at 6.30 p.m. I had only ten minutes between trains at Inverness, but it's a small station so I wasn't worried. However the train from Glasgow was a bit late and arrived in Inverness only one minute before the 13.35 departure time of the Kyle of Lochalsh train! I got off the train as quickly as I could and heard a guard shouting "Anyone for the Kyle of Lochalsh train?" "Me!" I replied - I was the only one making the transfer from the Glasgow train - and he told me to run straight to Platform 4. So I ran along the platform waving at the other train guard who was standing beside the train, jumped on to the train and the doors closed behind me! Phew! The last lap of the journey went smoothly and the train was nice and quiet. James met me at Garve Station and we stopped for a quick coffee at Inverlael before continuing to the cottage. I was a lot more excited to see the cats than they were to see me! I'm now relaxing on the couch while James is making his signature asparagus risotto; the aromas that are wafting through from the kitchen are tantalising.