Oh boy.
I’m sat in an Internet cafe in Kirkwall. The Orkney bus (connecting me with Inverness and all my trains back home) left an hour ago.
I’m a numpty.
Coming back from Greece in ’07, a delayed train screwed me over and forced me to buy new tickets (which I recouped some of the cost of, because it wasn’t my fault). This time, I’ve managed to write down the wrong departure time of the Orkney bus into my oh-so-organised travel notebook, and somehow failed to spot the error when I’ve checked through my notes – even though the right time is on the Orkney bus ticket. I can see exactly how it’s happened, even though it’s truly, gloriously dim of me. It’s most assuredly my fault this time.
So – a nice illustration of these tips in action.
Single rail fare from Inverness to York for tomorrow – £108.
(I may have panicked when I saw this. I may have spat coffee).
Single tickets from Inverness to Perth, Perth to Edinburgh and Edinburgh to York – £68.
Thank god for the extra money I put aside for emergencies, eh?
Aw. I’m sorry for the mix-up, but I am in love with the word “numpty”!
Me too.
And exactly the right word, considering I was off the coast of Scotland….
under normal circumstances i would think this was a work of fiction, desperately attempting to draw sympathy from the reader.
however, i know you well enough to realise it is true.
You really are a numpty…….
I’d argue with you as I usually do, except in this case, startlingly, you actually appear to be right.
Normal service will be resumed from you shortly, I’m sure.
I have one of these tickets on my cubicle wall.. Memorabilia donated by one of your compadres…. “Milton Keynes to London Terminals”.
Have a pleasant journey home.
(Although next time, check out tickets for all the stops between MK and King’s Cross – you might save a packet with lots of individual tickets).
It’s obvious. You didn’t want to leave.
I may need to pick your brains about Orkney
Well, I was pretty much certain that I was ready to go. But maybe my subconscious is sneakier than I can possibly imagine, making with dawdle for the 5 minutes it took to scupper my rendezvous with the bus. You never know. Orkney has that effect…
I’ll be writing up some of my trip, but if you want to know anything specific, my brain is up for grabs.