Last of the sun

The flat is tidied, my rucsacs are packed. I decide to take the tube to Kings Cross, but the tube decides different - the Circle line is closed for maintenance. So, I walk.

I’m on one of the Azuma trains, but for some reason it’s routed via Carlisle, and scheduled to take six and a half hours. I read, listen to the radio, look out the window, doze.

At Waverley, I change onto the Kirkcaldy line. The sun is blazing as we chug across the bridge and along the coast. Claire has cooked a Thai veg curry, which we scoff after a short walk.