Rain drops on the window .....

  .... but on the inside! 
Not a great journey. I got on the train to find a man sitting in my reserved seat. His wife was sitting  next to him and his reserved seat was opposite hers, but their luggage was on the seat opposite. They preferred to face the direction of travel. I agreed to sit opposite them. With much huffing and puffing they moved their bags and I sat down. I'd already been travelling for a couple of hours, plugged my phone in and the socket was dead. Heigh-ho. 
Got out my knitting. Good grief - he started, loudly:
What are you doing? What's it going to be? Is it for you? Why have you got all those needles? Is it complicated? We're going to see our friend. Well, her husband, she died, but we still go and see him every year. Same fortnight every year. She (nodding his head towards his wife) books the tickets, on her phone. Her's is a fancy one. Mine's an ordinary one, it's all I need. We're coming back first class, the wife gets a discount, she's got a disability, it's worth a bit extra, you get proper food, proper cutlery. At our time of life you might as well spend it. I'll check with the guard what other perks you get. . . .
He did. The poor guard perched next to me and was quizzed about the benefits of first class and the cost of travel in a fortnight's time from here to there. While I knitted my sock.
Then the guard turned to me - Is that socket working, he asked. I told him it wasn't and he took my phone and tried it in the socket on the other side of the carriage. That side's sockets were working. Swap seats, he suggested. So I did. And pretended to be very engrossed in counting my stitches. 
Eventually the couple left the train and somewhere in Fife, the rain started. It poured down. It came trickling in round my window. So I moved once more. Travel is seldom dull!
The ferry was perfectly calm and peaceful and Mike and Lottie were at Kirkwall to meet me. Oh joy!