On the train
Oct. 1st, 2008 10:33 amI am on the train heading down to York, to meet someone to tak about business.
It is a glorious day. I love this journey: I am sitting by the window on the east coast side, and the scenery is just stunning: cliffs until Berwick, castles and islands until Newcastle.
It is just glorious.
Even though I have made this trip many many times, it never fails to excite me.
We have just passed Alnmouth, where we spent a lovely week a year ago: this makes me very happy, and very sad.
(I must post my photos of that week sometime: spectacular dawns over the beach; and castles lit up by the setting sun. It was glorious.)
Edit: And I forgot to mention the music! I am listening to Bruckner 8 loudly on my iPod, and it is stirring and emotional and in tune with the landscape. It all just fits so well. And now you know!
It is a glorious day. I love this journey: I am sitting by the window on the east coast side, and the scenery is just stunning: cliffs until Berwick, castles and islands until Newcastle.
It is just glorious.
Even though I have made this trip many many times, it never fails to excite me.
We have just passed Alnmouth, where we spent a lovely week a year ago: this makes me very happy, and very sad.
(I must post my photos of that week sometime: spectacular dawns over the beach; and castles lit up by the setting sun. It was glorious.)
Edit: And I forgot to mention the music! I am listening to Bruckner 8 loudly on my iPod, and it is stirring and emotional and in tune with the landscape. It all just fits so well. And now you know!