That Sunday Morning Feeling

The rain which began in the late evening on Saturday continued all night and Sunday dawned wet, windy and miserable. There was nothing to get up for, so I didn't bother! I had a lazy morning with my radio and my laptop. Robbie was still finding it a bit of a challenge to sit down after his close encounter with the towel rail, so he wardered off into the lounge to read his latest railway book. He bought it yesterday from his favourite bookshop in Padstow, it is all about the trains used on the London Underground. He seems to be fascinated by the book and every so often he stops reading long enough to share a random fact with us. As soon as you hear the words 'did you know .....' you know that you are doomed!

By lunchtime the weather was brighter and we decided to go and visit Laura and Sam's grandparents in Torpoint. It takes over an hour to get there and it involves some rather challenging roads. The journey back to the caravan proved much more difficult as the sun was in my eyes almost all the way. My in laws were very pleased to see the children, they thought that Sam had grown a lot since they last saw him, I don't really notice it because I am with him every day. On the way back we stopped at Windy Ridge in Trerulefoot, it is one of my favourite places to eat, no fuss, no frills, just well cooked sensibly priced food. It has changed hands since our last visit, but the food was every bit as good as before.

Railway Time 12.04.07

Robbie has an interesting and somewhat limited grasp of geography, it runs on rails. If a place has ever had any sort of railway provision Robbie will know about it, he will know of all the other places served by that line and he will be able to reel off all the significant dates connected with it. In Robbie's world if a place has never has a station it doesn't exist and he will have no knowledge about it. His brain only works in railway time and space, he will know the timing between two stations to the second but if two places are not linked to each other by rail he hasn't got a clue. I was therefore surprised when he randomly provided me with the coach time to travel from Crewe to Torpoint. He went on to provide the coach times from various other places to Torpoint. I couldn't help asking why anyone would want to go to Torpoint and he informed me that he had obtained the info from a document giving the replacement coach time between stations for occasions when the line is blocked. I felt obliged to state the obvious, Torpoint doesn't have a station, and the nearest station St Germans doesn't have much of a service. Apparently Robbie had overlooked this! He said maybe it was the nearest option for Saltash (clutching at straws). Sure, as the crow flies they are not that far away, but as a car journey it is about half an hour! I have left him pondering on the need for coach times to Torpoint.

This morning he told me that on Tuesday there had been problems getting from Northampton to London due to a fire at North Pole Depot. Now I am convinced he has a problem with geography. Or maybe that is why my trains are always late if everything runs via the North Pole!