The shush open, notifications
Sound out through our metal tube,
Next stop is Woking ,change for London
Waterloo, the words will drip
With expectation, adventure on the cards.
The people bustle, they all seem to know
Exactly where they’re going with
Their wheelie cases, and bubbly kids,
Heading for aquarium days, the London Eye
Or a couple on a sexy weekend in
The Cotswolds, chocolate box cottages,
A world away from home. The train
Will spit us out in random places,
For just a day or two away from home.
I’m going up to Lancashire next week and I’ve booked to go by train. It’s a four hour journey so I plan to listen to some audiobooks and maybe buy a book of Sudoku from WH Smiths. But I am ridiculously excited – mostly because I’ll be travelling alone.
There’s something so delicious about sitting at your own little table, with your headphones in, just watching the other people, listening into their conversations and trying to guess where they may be going. I also like to look at people’s laptop screens – see what they are watching or what document they are working on. It’s nosy, I know, but it helps pass the time.