Living it up here in the lovely little city of Lincoln. Getting here was fun. Ruth and I met up in London for the final leg of the trip into Lincoln which *should* only take about 2 hours. Well… it ended up taking us about 9 hours. The unplanned delay happened when we were switching trains at the Newark station. It should have been a simple operation: exit the train, unload the bike from baggage car and head over to where the next train arrives. The first part went well. We get off the train and I walk back to the baggage car to get my bike. Just when I get to the door the train started to leave the station and 10 seconds later I’m watching as it’s roaring down the tracks with my bike still on it.
It wasn’t the end of the world since its a train after all–not too many different ways it can go. The train station supervisor called ahead and had them pull it off further down the line and load it up onto a train heading back this way. The whole episode added about 3 hours to the trip. When we did finally arrive it was close to 8pm. Long day but we made it.
Lot’s more to see and do. I hope it takes a very long time for Sunday to get here.