Today’s guest picture comes from Bruce. On his recent trip, a driverless electric bus kindly stopped for him at a pedestrian crossing in Oslo.
I managed to get out for a 16 mile cycle ride this morning and enjoyed the sight of larch trees turning to gold both on my way up to Callister…
…and on my way back.
I had intended to to do 20 miles but a friendly farmer engaged me in conversation for quarter of an hour on the way so I ran out of time.
When I got back, I had a quick tour of the garden to add another set of flowers to the record of the remarkable number that are still out this late in the year.
Some are a bit more part worn than others but they are all definitely out.
It was our day to go to Edinburgh to visit Matilda and we usually drive the 20 miles to Lockerbie and catch a Transpennine train from Manchester to Edinburgh which stops at Lockerbie. Luckily I looked at the Transpennine app and it told a sorry tale of trains being cancelled, and others only getting as far as Carlisle before stopping and, in the case of the one we would normally catch, not starting from Manchester at all but starting at Lancaster.
The reason given was shortage of drivers. I suspect that this may be because drivers are being trained to use the new trains which are due to arrive on the route soon. If this goes on, they may have new trains and well trained drivers but the passengers may have all got fed up and disappeared.
We didn’t risk waiting to check to see if our intended train had actually started from Lancaster but drove the 40 miles to Tweedbank instead and caught the train to Edinburgh from there. (This turned out to be a good plan because the train from Lancaster didn’t start at all in the end.)
The drive up, in sunny conditions, was a treat in itself, with lots of delightful autumn colour along the way. The traffic was light, the station car park provided a space and the train was on time so the whole journey was an unqualified success.
The journey back was not quite as good as the main road south was closed again for overnight repair work and we had to take a 45 mile less familiar route back home in the dark. Still we got home safely, a bit later than planned, but cheerful enough.
We had had a very good visit. Clare, Matilda’s mother, has been in hospital but is now at home and recovering well, and Alistair, Matilda’s father, cooked us another delicious meal. Matilda herself had a very good time beating me at a game called Carcassone. As she pointed out to anyone who would care to listen, she beat me three times. I am going to have to make some improvements to my strategy if we play again.
The flying birds of the day are three starlings resting in the holly tree from their aerial exertions.