I don’t jump in very often. What I mean is, I think about things for a long time before I do them. Usually. Not this time.
I saw an article floating around social media today, clicked the link, and thought it sounded like fun.
This small town is full of book shops and one of them is offering people a chance to live in a flat above the bookshop for a week while they learn to run the place. Ever since I was little I’ve wanted to have a bookshop, so this appealed to me immediately.
And then I thought maybe I would like to do it someday. Go stay for a week, see what it’s like to sell books, enjoy life in a little harbor town in Scotland. Then I asked myself why not now? I couldn’t come up with a good reason.
Jolene and I have been talking about a possible trip for a while now. I looked at the calendar and estimated the dates I thought we would be there. Flying into London, doing goodness knows what for a week or so, making our way up the country…
So I found the place on AirBnB and requested a week I thought would work.
Then I twiddled my thumbs and got discouraged because of course the dates aren’t available anymore, why would they be, of course this won’t work out, but I really really want it to work out so I’m going to be calm and then an hour later…
Everyone — I’m going to Wigtown! I’m going to be spending a week in a little town, about the size of the one I grew up in, working at The Open Book. I can hardly believe it. It’s a dream come true!
I rushed around that morning to make it to Victoria Station to catch the tube to Euston, where I was going on my first train ride. I don’t know if it was nerves or what, but both times the train made me feel just a little sick. This train ride was the one where I think someone was in my seat, because I know I bought the seat by the window, but by the time I got there the young lady had her breakfast spread out everywhere and was absorbed in The Crimson Field (which caught my eye and I later identified because the last time I saw that actress was when she got stabbed in the baby during the “Rains of Castamere”). Continue reading “The Trip, Part 4: Trains, Birmingham, and Edinburgh”
Sunday morning, after I lingered in bed a little while, I had breakfast and walked down to the bus stop to catch a bus going in the opposite direction of the one I’d gone the day before. I had no real idea where I was going, only a plan to make it back to Trafalgar Square later. I ended up making it to Camden Market, hopping off the bus for a bit and having a look around. That was probably the most crowded place I encountered in London. I wasn’t really in the mood and the crowds made it even less appealing, but I would like to go back sometime. After getting my fill of that, I got back on a bus, this time a double-decker and you know, when in Rome, went to the top and moved to the front and rode it to goodness knows where and back again.
I got off the bus at Trafalgar Square and walked down The Mall to Buckingham Palace.