The View From Up Here Is Brilliant (part 2)

Let the train take the strain was the order of the day as I sat there enjoying the east coast view of Scotland and northern England, I almost wished could get out and take some Photographs of this fantastic coastline.
Watching life passing by from the window was a first for me as I sat there eating a horrible concoction from the National Express bistro menu, Mind you I only had to wait around an hour to receive this hot yet disturbingly cold offering of fish pie with vegetables and it only took three complaints before it was returned at the required level of nuclear induced heat , Perhaps if they hadn’t tried to cook several meals in a single microwave it may have taken less time, but I don’t think anything could have been done to give the meal anything that actually resembled taste.
I sat back and relaxed as we passed through various stations along the route some glorious like The town of North Berwick and some not so picturesque like Leeds but all held my interest as I journeyed closer to the City of Dreams. Many people had travelled this same route in the past hoping for there own hopeful version of success whether that was in their life , love, or career and I could not help myself from indulging in that same dream of what might be.
Five and a half hours after the journey began we set foot in Kings Cross a great hub off access for the masses from around the country or even the world. There were people walking in every direction all of them appearing to know exactly where they were heading as we tried to guide ourselves through the throng of business people and tourists and travellers young and old from all over.
Coming from a small village in Scotland this was just what I hated about life in the big city a constant movement of souls intermingling but never acknowledging each others existence. I had always been used to saying good morning to the stranger in the street or holding open a door, here they would think you were a nutcase just by looking in there direction. Eventually we managed to find our way through and out into a surprisingly sunny day in fact almost immediately I began to regret wearing the thick black jacket I had on as beads of sweat began to appear on my forehead, mind you that was most likely more to do with carrying the heavy suitcase along with the artist case and all my photography stuff because obviously I had to bring everything with me just in case, Well you never know.
Everything here is at full pace the race to the taxi rank was like being in a formula 1 race as cases crashed together vying for position in an attempt to turn the chicane first that was meant to guide the waiting passengers to the waiting taxi’s, then there were those who just cut out the chicane altogether and went under the wire to reach the chequered flag that was the front of the queue, For a moment I simply smiled and shook my head, however it didn’t take long before I realised if you waited or was too patient you were going to be last as I pushed our case in front of a couple edging in to the lead, How the big city corrupts so soon.
Soon enough we were ensconced into our hotel in Camden Town which turned out to be an inspired choice by yours truly, a great location not too far from the city centre and not too close as to be too busy, After a while we decided to go for a walk and check out the local area, It appeared to be one of those up and coming places full of small boutiques and cafe’s, the one pub at the end of the road looked very inviting covered in original details with beautiful mouldings around the ceiling and carved wood with coloured glass partitions however the inside had been laid out with large comfortable leather settees sitting on either side of large dining tables, we decided to stay and try a meal sitting down on one of the big settee’s and I must say that at last this may not be a high class restaurant however the meal that was served could have came from one. it would have been perfect if I had not dropped the pot of tea all over the table destroying the carefully printed menu and along with the table napkins ect. trust me to finish the night off.

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part 2 of our London expedition

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if only life was not so short
Maybe then there would be time
to do all the that i could write down here
like travel the world and photograph it all
But hay hoy theres allways tomorrow.

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  • janeymac
    janeymacabout 5 years ago

    this is great Alan very visual , can see those towns North Berwick ….

  • Sean Farragher
    Sean Farragherabout 5 years ago

    fantastic,,,,,,,,its a long journey

  • well i had to make the most of it?

    – Alan Findlater

  • anisja
    anisjaabout 5 years ago

    I did read it in one breath ( as the french says ) so it is well fluid and well composed. Great !

  • Keith Reesor
    Keith Reesorabout 5 years ago

    Wonderful story Alan!! :)

  • Gilberte
    Gilberteabout 5 years ago

    You’re a very good writer Alan… can picture all your journey

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