Somewhere between Carlsile and London. We were supposed to go to Bletchley Park today. We should have investigated the train schedule in more detail before we made that plan since the trip would have gotten us to Bletchley at 1630, a bit late for any sightseeing. No matter since the first train to London was cancelled and we needed to take an alternate train. Once on the alternate, which was packed sine we had two train loads of people, the conductor announced, “I’ve be led to believe the London-Euston train will be continuing from Preston instead of Stafford” We thought that would be great since that was the train we wanted. We were a little worried about the “led to believe” part but decided it was a britishism. Once the train arrived at Preston and everyone bound for London stood up to leave the conductor announced, “The London-Euston train should be leaving from here if you want to risk it” The train groaned. Apparently the “led to believe” is not a britishism. We risked it and caught the train. We should be in London about 1530. Just announce we should be in London at 1605, 65 minutes behind schedule. Glad we’re not making a connection.
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