I’m writing this post in some haste. Trudy and I are embarking on an adventure early tomorrow morning which is making me feel electric with excitement and apprehension.
In November last year when life was pretty bleak I responded impulsively to an e-mail which was offering a discount on a Murder Mystery Weekend in Dunoon.
I realised today that I have been wanting to go to Scotland for thirty-five years, so this trek across the border feels momentous. Trudy and I have been told to arrive at Gourock Railway Station by 4.30pm tomorrow. The whole trip has such a thrilling, mystifying, alarming uncertainty about it that I am almost beside myself.
The sense of adventure is gripping. I have no idea what to expect – or even if we will get there. This journey is truly putting Assisted Travel to the test! My public transport experiences have been so varied that I am prepared for anything.
I do not know anyone in the holiday group so that too is fuelling my imagination. Who will be there, and what on Earth am I doing? Whether I’m experiencing some mid-life crisis or latent travel bug is immaterial now, for I am all packed and about to go to bed so that I won’t sleep past the alarm (set for 5.30am).
No time to think about the whys and wherefores. The Hoover and Bag go forth!