I thought ‘cross-country’ was an adjectival phrase. Apparently it was being used as a noun.
So I got onto the wrong train. A Cross-Country service not a Great Western Railway service. The indicator board at Bristol Temple Meads station noted the train to Plymouth was at 10.45am but my digital ticket said 10.55am. So I got on the 10.45am train as there was no mention of one 10 minutes later. Oddly the carriage number was not the first class carriage and when I finally reached my seat number, it was opposite the only other person in the carriage, so I sat somewhere else. Eventually the ticket checker came and I found I was on the wrong train so I alighted at Taunton and waited for the correct one.
Probably the longest 10 minutes ever recorded, but the correct train did arrive eventually.
Remarkable trip along part of the coast at Dawlish
Arrived at Plymouth to be greeted by my 5th cousin Jenny who drove me to her mum’s home, my 4th cousin Jan, whom She visited on several occasions.
Jan has a lovely home in Tamerton Foliot just on the edge of Plymouth with a lovely outlook.
A yummy roast chicken dinner followed.
Father M 