The train home

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this old thing. What better time to do it than on a 1hr train ride home to Cambridge.

A three hour training required to enable working from home consisted for a large part of largely irrelevant 1980's health & safety videos which had managers & lowly minions alike restraining their laughing with varying degrees of success. From a smirk to cackle to a splutter. Laughter gives way to eyes closed in disbelief as the questions become increasingly directed towards tripping up the barely competent trainer.

Yesterday I think was the longest day. It is no Kiwi summer but the sun has managed to shine on occasion, the days are long and sometimes warm.

My race to get a seat on the train was successful today, it isn’t always, all too often I’m a minute late out from behind my desk or accosted by a colleague en route and find myself perching on a luggage rack or sitting in the isle. It's not just me mind you. It appears that such an isle sitting, hanging out the windows, cattle truck culture is not restricted to the developing world, nor it must be said are the trains much cleaner.

It is festival season, music festivals, country fairs, outdoor markets and beer gardens, squished with a heady repudiate into the short summer in hope that one of the glorious days of sun will fall on the day select.
It’s a catchy fever, the must do as much as possible while the sun shines virus. Although it must be said that the symptoms are little more than a bit of needed exercise and some sunburn if you’re lucky. Camping by the river, a weekend in Devon, a long cycle ride to a neighbouring town which thinks it’s a city & punting down the river Cam are the symptoms we've experienced.