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Talk and Trains

My talk this morning went well. Another presenter and I had a lot in common, so we had a good talk and ended up sharing a taxi to St. Andrew's later. Alas, as is usually the case, my session was tucked into one of those time slots guaranteed to have a small audience— I was the morning after the big dance at Leeds. Erin and I could hear the dance going on till the wee hours of the night.

Having found the right train, I sat at one of the tables in the train so I could work on my presentation. It has two seats facing two seats with a table between. The older man across from me commented on my mouse pad, and after a bit, I closed my laptop to sit and talk to him and watch the land go by. We were both drinking hot tea off the cart that had come through at the start of the trip. But after we'd talked about our brothers, his in the hospital in Glasgow, mine at home, he got out a local lager and asked if I'd share it with him. He told me about visiting friends in Durham when he was young as we rode past Durham Cathedral. I told him about the presentation I'd heard from the archaeologist who'd dug up Richard III. A glass of beer later and I said, "Don't laugh at me, but is that the ocean?" And he chuckled and said, "That's the North Sea. An ocean is when there isn't a coast on the other side for a long time." When he got off to change trains, he wrote out his name and email. "If you've trouble finding a place for you and your friend to stay, give me a call and I can look one out for your."

Got to the conference just in time for dinner. Afterwards a group of people invited me to walk down to a pub with them. We're almost a mile from town, so it's a pretty good walk. Lovely to be included though, and I enjoyed my half pint of "St. Andrew's Ale."

The world I walk through is always so filled with kindness.

Pretty Pics:

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Train Station at Leeds
Train Station at Leeds
Erin helped me lug my 50lb suitcase down the three flights of stairs, and I was off to the station.
No chairs
No chairs
And there it is-- no benches to wait on. I saw a woman buy a paper so she could carefully sit crosslegged on the ground.
Durham
Durham
Sigh. This is as close as I can get to the Stafordshire Horde. Erin and Elizabeth will just have to gloat with glee when we all meet up in London.
Scotland
Scotland
Reflections
Reflections