The day begins

Central Belt Shuffler is heading to the subway station, planning on catching the train an hour later than usual. It’s a chill day, rain is in the air.

The lollipop lady has finished her shift, and is walking away from the pitch.

She smiles at me, as I’m heading out to work. ‘That’s me for a pot of tea,’ she says, as she heads home.

Good for transport links

Two retired women, smartly dressed, are chatting on the subway. Their husbands stand, holding the bar, swaying to the movement of the train.

One is asking the other about how it is, living in the city centre.

‘Not the best,’ replies her friend, dismissively.

The first woman, slightly put back, presses her friend. ‘Why do you say that?’

‘Well, it’s good for transport links,’ she admits. It becomes clear, though, that it can be difficult for deliveries.

Their conversation pauses for a while, then the city centre dweller picks up, following the train of thought about deliveries.

‘I bought John one of those wing-backed chairs for his birthday,’ she reveals.

‘Does he know?’ (The two men remain oblivious to the conversation).

‘Oh yes!’

‘And a packet of those Werther’s Originals!’

Both women laugh at the thought.

Speaks for itself

IMG_0857Central Belt Shuffler is away from home again, awaiting Dr F on Kendal station platform. Trains shuttle back and forth between Windermere and Oxenholme, and occasionally onto Lancaster.

Around the station, the fells are icing-sugar laced with snow. The air is crisp, the sun is out: an early spring day. There’s the promise of an afternoon’s walk ahead.

A handful of other people are also waiting for the Windermere train. A mother with her child in a buggy. A smartly dressed woman. A man, holding a ventriloquist’s dummy, its shock of orange blazing surreally bright in the sunshine.