I decided that it was best to take no chances with Cross Country Trains. If anyone was going to left stranded in the middle of some field in the middle of nowhere because my train had caught fire for no reason, it was going to be me. I was going to be prepared goddamit. PREPARED. Screw you Cross Country Trains. If you're going down because of some frozen water, I'm not going with you.
Therefore, for my little excursion from Cambridge to Birmingham New Street I saw it fit to pack:
- 1 headtorch (50 lumens don'tcha know)
- 1 leatherman (with awesome attachment bits! And a saw. And some surprisingly excellent scissors)
- 1 box of matches
- String. Obviously.
- 1 boat tie (I didn't have any rope)
|I have porridge in a golden syrup tin and a titanium spork. Officially ready for anything.|
But anyway, you know it's bad when you have so little faith in the train network that you take the means to start a fire with you just in case they leave you in the middle of the British countryside in sub zero temperatures.
Oh and I also wore A LOT of clothes. Just in case, you know.
these are great. They fit in the overhead bit on trains, you can fit loadsa stuff in them and they last forever. And they're a tenner. And no one messes with you if you've got one. AND you can use them as pillows when everything just gets a bit much at the National Watersports Centre.
I do love it when people completely don't live up to expectations. Case in point, I was in Bayeux looking at the tapestry (Get me! I do cultured stuff!) and there was a really biker-looking fellow avec leathers and that. He turned out to have an excellent grasp of Latin :-)
But anyway, train journey done etc. I got home. And home was full of exciting things like Christmas trees and a really fluffy dog. AND FUCKING EDIBLE BALL BEARINGS.
I was home :-)