Home again, after a longish journey, and I wasn’t dissuaded from taking a taxi home! Our train left Edinburgh about 12 minutes late, and matters were not helped by a van gatecrashing a level crossing gate. But the time we thus lost was largely made up by quick connexions at St Pancras and London Bridge. I still feel pretty tired after eight hours: one bus, three trains and a taxi. Thank goodness we travel light!
Our travelling companions were a delight: a woman d’un certain age, her daughter, the latter’s sweet, docile lurcher and a young IT specialist. The train itself, another manifestation of Grayling Railways, was rather tired, and the catering was not as advertised. Still, we were fed after a fashion, and plied with somewhat indifferent wine at intervals.
We got home to find that the landscapers have been busy. The overgrown and mutilated cherry tree, the grass (such as it was) and the shrubs and weeds behind the conservatory have gone, without our having had to listen to chainsaws and stump grinders. Just waiting for the Krach from the neighbours. The chaps will no doubt be back next week to carry on with levelling and laying membrane and slate chippings. We’re having a few new shrubs too, and plan to continue the box hedge round the periphery. Sutton’s delivery of plug plants, which they had promised to defer till we got back, had arrived while we were away. Good job we had landscapers on site, eh?
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