It only took 1 ½ hours to go from Glasgow to Carlisle. Sat by a young Canadian man, reserved seats and a full train. He’s in the 11th grade and going to a Virtual High School, everything on the computer. Originally from Scotland, he came back to visit for a semester and now connects to school via the internet. Interesting. Caught the next Virgin Train at Carlisle, this one is non-reserved. I got a seat to myself, at least temporarily. The English countryside is beautiful today. Clouds so low on the hillsides you can reach up and touch them. Tiny rivers everywhere, some so lovely with homes lining the banks, like a line that meanders following the water. So many newborn lambs—tiny and delicate. A few gambolling about, but some too small to gambol. The sun plays peek-a-boo with a few adventurous ones. Some hedgerows, but nothing like in the south. Lots of stone walls which I love.
At Manchester Piccadilly I changed to the Metrorail for the 20 minute trip into Altrincham. It felt really good to get home. I threw my suitcase down and turned on my computer to check in with family.
posted by Jerilyn Dufresne, author @ 16:14
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