I got my coffee (from Caffe Nero) and an apricot croissant for my breakfast and I was sitting on the Glasgow-Edinburgh train. This is a day out, I’m jumpy and impatient, waiting for the train to start its journey so I can start my adventures. I’m meeting Alison in Edinburgh where we’re planning a day away. Once I get to Waverley, we’re then taking another train to North Berwick. I’ve never visited before, and I can’t wait, I’m like a child going on holiday.
I met up with Alison in Caffe Nero in Waverley Station, Edinburgh and once we’d said our hellos and caught up, we then headed to the ticket office to buy our tickets for North Berwick (I’ve no idea why I didn’t buy a straight through ticket from Glasgow to North Berwick as it would have been cheapter but I think it must have been because we were buying 2 tickets for the North Berwick leg of the journey).
Clutching our tickets, we stand in front of the departures board, waiting on our train being announced. I saw Berwick on the board and said to Alison “lets go” making our way to the platform and boarding the train. It was a comfy, long-distance train, so we sat back to enjoy the ride. North Berwick is about 25 miles from Edinburgh and should be about 30 minutes on the train. I love travelling down the East Coast main line between Scotland and England as the scenery is spectacular with views out to sea for much of the journey. You don’t get that travelling south from Glasgow as its all inland. It feels like coming home when I see the sea – I guess it comes from a childhood living on the coast in naval bases.
We were chatting and admiring the view when the train crew announced the route of the train, which was Alison’s first indication that there was something amiss. The announcement indicated that we would be stopping at Berwick-Upon-Tweed. Alison is a bit confused as we’re going to North Berwick. Yes, I said, Berwick-upon-Tweed is another name for North Berwick. Poor Alison had to explain to her idiot friend that North Berwick and Berwick-upon-Tweed are, in fact, not the same place. North Berwick is in Scotland, along the coast from Edinburgh. Berwick-upon-Tweed may also be along the coast from Edinburgh, but about double the distance and in England. I’d say I’ve never felt so embarassed – well at least until the next time I do something like this. Fortunately we don’t need a passport to visit England, but I hadn’t planned or expected to be leaving the country.
We were surprised that the Guard on the train didn’t say anything when he checked our tickets, but once we arrived at Berwick-upon-Tweed we went to the ticket office to pay the difference between the ticket costs. We discussed what we could do – get a train back to North Berwick, or stay here. We decided since we’d had to pay extra to get to Berwick-upon-Tweed, we should stay and enjoy the day.
I’d never been to either Berwick-upon-Tweed or North Berwick before this visit, so some time later, we made it to North Berwick. You’ll be pleased to hear Alison was in control of the travel arrangements, so we did get there safely.
Berwick-upon-Tweed is a beautiful town crossing the River Tweed (as the name suggests), so we didn’t really get the seaside town that we were planning to visit, but it was a good day out nonetheless. Just one word of caution if I’m in control of the travel arrangements I can’t guarantee where you’ll end up. I’m not sure how we made it through France for 22 days without getting the wrong trains etc but Alison does talk about seeing how bad my sense of direction was when we were in Lille, but I’ve no idea what she means – I guess I’ve wiped that from my memory.
I’m not sure if this will turn into a series – the adventures of Brenda getting lost – but the next one will be me getting lost in Edinburgh recently. At least my curiosity means I go exploring, wondering where this path goes, rather than panicking or getting stressed.
This post was in response to Sadje’s #WDYS193 prompt and I’m demonstrating that even with a map, I can still get lost.
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