today is a travel day: from harrogate by train via york to manchester airport, then with swiss to zurich and thence to adliswil — where i’ll hopefully be around 21:30. we shall see.
the plan for the first part of the day is to take the 7:49 from harrogate to york, leave my luggage at the station, have a breakfast at bettys (grin), and then spend two and a half hour in the fantastic national railway museum.
as promised doro calls me at 6:30 uk time, i shower, repack my bags so that the harrogate shopping results get neatly stowed away, check out, and — as it is raining — take a taxi to the station. getting my ticket to york is a matter of few minutes and i’ve about 20 minutes until the 7:49 leaves for york. on platform 1 i notice a long distance train from gner going to london kings cross — the only long distance train leaving from harrogate…hmm…that might have been a bit cleverer than going via manchester…oh, well, in case i repeat this “adventure” i hope i’ll remember…
the 7:49 to york arrives on time, i manage to get a seat and as the windows are covered with condensation start on the next terry pratchett: thief of time. over the course of the 40 minute train journey we stop several times and the train really fills up for good — i’m glad, i got on at harrogate 8=) in york (the train arrives spot on time), i leave my suitcase with left luggage and make my way into the town: the objective being a leisurely breakfast at bettys — but: i’m way too early! they don’t open until 9:00 — time for a bit of strolling around. at 9:00 i’m back and join the queue of about four old ladies who — it’s 9:02 — become a bit restless and impatient (“it is past 9:00 now!”) but luckily before we face a major civil unrest the maitre d’ of bettys decides to open the doors after all. pheew, that was close. without adhering to protocol (that is, waiting at the post to be seated, and so forth) the ladies in front of me take the salon by storm and make bee lines for various tables at the window front…another “british virtue” down the drain. i decide to stick to protocol and to wait to be seated — which i am (it seems the maitre d’ is a bit surprised) in due course (two seconds waiting time, really), and i also get a table at the window front (so, no need to rush it, ladies!).
a hot mocha, a pikelete (kind of compressed crumpets with salted butter) and half of the front part of the guardian later i settle my bill and leave for the next stop this morning: the national railway museum. it’s 9:56 when i arrive there and they open on the dot at 10:00 — perfect timing! 8=)
most of the two and a half hours are spent in the great hall — looking at those locomotives i didn’t have time for back in may of last year – and in the warehouse, take a couple of pictures of the old railway companies’s emblems, and conclude with a lunch at the nrm’s brief encounter.
at 12:45 it’s back to the railway station, extract my luggage from the left luggage people and wait for the 13:20 to manchester airport. quite a nice morning! i enjoyed it very much 8=))