Greg has had to listen to nightly summations from our train rides. There has never been a night when we haven't said, "Oh, I wouldn't have missed this day for anything." Or perhaps we have said, "The best day ever!" Or alternately, "What were we thinking of the day we decided we should cancel our trip and get our money back?"
Once on the train that map I described, the one made of 8 sheets of paper and that is two feet high and one foot wide, the map that shows the places that the 20 different railroads travel -- that is the map that was spread out on the table. Time to show Greg where the day was going to take us, which was along the perimeter of the bottom coast of England, all the way to Penzance.
Wyona thought the sixteen day trip should end as it began, with home-made chicken salad sandwiches, pickles, cheese, grapes, oranges, apples -- all packed in her picnic box and ready for the day's adventure. What could be sweeter? A good lunch, wonderful scenery rolling by the windows, guidebooks in hand to tell us what we were seeing.
All of that fun and then Wyona and Greg had to throw in a little hand holding as well.
This was the day that we had 888 images on the camera, Wyona taking the major part of them so her hands could not always have been holding his.
Oh, when Greg fell asleep we did take some pictures of him on his holiday, each time with a scene that was passing by the window, something he was missing -- ie, the sheep, the bridges, the sea coast, the castle ruins. We got them all, with his face tucked into a pillow, lying against the window.
We only made one mistake with the camera.
The window of the train was so dirty. We knew we were not getting really good pictures.
We grabbed the wipes that we use to clean up the tables so that we can eat on them, and ran out to give the window panes a good cleaning before the train left the station.
When I was out there, scrubbing alone, the conductor walked by and paused. He paused too long, watching me. I thought about union rules and wondered if I were taking away someone else's job.
I turned to him and said, "I will bet you have never seen this before."
"No, I haven't," he agreed, and walked on.
Wyona joined me and we scrubbed the window together (there was a lot of dirt on it).
She said, "You know, I think it might not have been a good idea to have left the camera in the train with Greg while we are out cleaning the train windows."
"We are going to be O.K.", I replied. "He hasn't shown one bit of interest in the camera today."
Here I am, pausing for a minute along the sea side boardwalk in Penzance.
I have been trying to get to the bottom of the question, "Are you having as much fun as it seems you are?"
You be the judge.