Travelling: York
Oct. 27th, 2004 12:14 amI'm just back from a short weekend in York with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lethargic_man. I also have a new digital camera, so some of the pictures with this are actually my own. Behind the cut are mostly thumbnails, but one full-sized image.
( story plus illustrations )
I had a truly horrible journey home; I won't bother with the dull detail, but in summary the 4-hour journey took over 7 hours and there was a significant stretch where I wasn't sure I was going to get home at all. Though I did meet a charming Aussie girl as a result of the disruption, someone who was really friendly without being pushy or intrusive, and whose laid back attitude to travelling reassured me far more than if she'd directly tried to make me feel better.
Anyway, by Sunday I was completely shattered. I didn't get up till nearly lunchtime, figuring I'd be better doing half a day's work when I was awake than trying to keep going when I couldn't keep my eyes open. Just as I was about to leave for work I got a phonecall from the Thuggish Poet who had found himself in Edinburgh and at a loose end. So yay, a nice couple of evenings with my little brother, who is brilliant company even if his lack of forward planning is rather to be deplored.
lethargic_man. I also have a new digital camera, so some of the pictures with this are actually my own. Behind the cut are mostly thumbnails, but one full-sized image.( story plus illustrations )
I had a truly horrible journey home; I won't bother with the dull detail, but in summary the 4-hour journey took over 7 hours and there was a significant stretch where I wasn't sure I was going to get home at all. Though I did meet a charming Aussie girl as a result of the disruption, someone who was really friendly without being pushy or intrusive, and whose laid back attitude to travelling reassured me far more than if she'd directly tried to make me feel better.
Anyway, by Sunday I was completely shattered. I didn't get up till nearly lunchtime, figuring I'd be better doing half a day's work when I was awake than trying to keep going when I couldn't keep my eyes open. Just as I was about to leave for work I got a phonecall from the Thuggish Poet who had found himself in Edinburgh and at a loose end. So yay, a nice couple of evenings with my little brother, who is brilliant company even if his lack of forward planning is rather to be deplored.
