To get Wyona's and my tickets for the Britrail passes, there was only once choice, due to our advancing ages. We had to travel first class. That was hard on two women who are always looking for sales.
Still, I am hooked on train travel.
That would make sense, considering the number of times I have stood at the side of the tracks and waved to those who are passing by.
|2... our passes let us travel through England, Scotland and Wales ...|
Greg and I were lucky.
We had Wyona who would figure out the schedules, look for destinations that would work between stations, pack a lunch for us, make reservations for hotels if we had to stay over, and she would act as the alarm clock -- the one who got us out the door on time, for trains wait for no one.
|... the feast? Wyona's box lunch for us ...|
When Greg retired he got a new life and I lost an old one -- the one where I did lots of train travel.
What would be good for me is if he would go and find some contract work.
Then Wyona would be mine again. l
I miss those picnic lunches on trains.