My teaching course starts on Monday. So on Wednesday I posted some stuff to myself in Edinburgh and on Thursday I put myself on a train.
DHL do parcel collections. Which is awfully nice of them. So I packed up two plastic boxes (50 litres, 30x40x50cm, 21kg and 45 litres, 60x40x25cm, 9kg). I booked the collection on Tuesday night. And on Wednesday at lunchtime the delightful DHL man showed up to take my stuff away.
The stuff included books, papers, tax returns (why can’t HMRC keep my records if they want them to be kept for 7 years?), cds (data), photos, my ergonomic keyboard and trackball, flute music, various toiletries and first aid kit stuff, some clothes, some cycling kit, and various other random bits of household stuff.
My big rucksack was packed. It was mostly clothes, plus two smaller rucksacks, my flute, and some other random stuff.
My bicycle was ready to go.
I had one pannier to take which had my laptop, book, water bottle, raincoat, etc in it.
And Thursday morning I strapped the pannier to the bike, threw the rucksack on my back and walked off to the station.
I couldn’t book my bike on the train from Cambridge to Ely but it was mostly empty so I had no trouble when I got to the station. My bike was booked on the train from Ely to Peterborough and apart from a small amount of dancing in the aisles with people with big cases and small children, the bike went on with no problems.
At Peterborough it was a case of going down to the back of the train to put my bike in the guard’s van with lots of oversized luggage. Unfortunately, whoever had loaded the luggage at King’s Cross seemed not to have been aware of the three bicycles that would be getting on at Peterborough. So the guy from Peterborough had to do a large amount of shifting things around to squish us in.
So I left my bike in the guard’s van (coach P) and wandered almost the length of the train to get to coach B which was where my seat was. I left my rucksack in the luggage area by the door of the carriage. Put my faith in my fellow travellers and left it there to go and sit in my seat. This leg is about 4 hours and my seat has a power socket so I could plug my laptop in, charge my phone and get some stuff done (e.g. writing this blog post).
The dog curled up at the feet of the woman next to me seemed not to figure out that dogs aren’t my favourite things, so that was nice.
I had forgotten about food though. Or rather, at the times I’d remembered food I’d been more concerned about more pressing matters, like juggling a bike and a rucksack. Ah well, I’ll just have to hold out for deep fried mars bar when I get to my new home.
I made it to Haymarket without any problems. Colin met me at the station and walked me home (carrying my rucksack, lovely boy that he is). Home for a cup of tea and bit of a rest then out to brave the rain and the hills. I had to visit the School of Education since they had some documents I had to collect (namely my passport).
I was walking home with a stupid grin on my face.
I’m in Edinburgh!
This is my new home!
Bounce!