Swindon Travel Blog› entry 17 of 87 › view all entries
the next morning I hauled myself out of bed, tried to pack, failed, and made it to the bus stop in time for my friend to be slightly late for work, and for me to be slightly late to meet a different friend, Allie, for lunch. I was really tired, and my broken suitcase was really irritating me, so I was really happy when she knew a good place to have lunch quickly. It's called Barbarito, and I think it's a chain but it's in Picadilly Gardens. Barbarito is a bit like subways but for burritos, and if you're interested they have a beer license too - major one up on Subways! - but I had a coke, because I'd been out about five nights in a row and my body was just trying to give in. It was a shame - Allie and I only had about an hour - but I'll probably see her in February so it was OK.
I got on the train, and this time, no-one changed the platform. I had to travel through Birmingham for my tickets but I have a feeling the train goes that way anyway. The journey started out gorgeous - really pretty landscape, green hills and stone villages, and I remembered how much I love the North of England. I'd travel so much here if the UK wasn't so silly expensive. It's lovely. If I have conferences here in the summer I'll take the car up. Further south, the fields were all flooded where streams had burst. I hadn't seen the news for a week so I didn't know there had been storms, so it was a bit of a surprise. Now I'm back I know the Severn and Avon are both at major risk and more crops have been lost - it's been an awful year to be a farmer in the West Midlands.
So, Sarah, did you have an early night? No, reader, I did not. I necked a coffee and went back out to meet some friends in Swindon. Because that is a sane way to behave.
I have no common sense, but I had a great night. :)